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Whoa must my dreams have ever been weeird last night. I got woken up by my door buzzer at about 8:30 by the postman with a parcel, so I say "oki I'll be down" and get to the front door and wtf? I've put the chain on it... in my sleep. I have seriously NO KNOWLEDGE of ever doing this. ¬_¬ I must have sleepwalked to do it. My dreams were fairly messed up anyway, though - I think we were going on a family skiing holiday, and I was all stressed out because I can't ski (well, all right, maybe I can, I've just never tried. ;) ), and we were going down the hill to pick up our skis and it wasn't so much a ski slope as... a few degrees off vertical. :P And it was like polished ice and all these skiiers were merrily zipping down it as if it were the most normal thing in the world...

In the real world I went to Bury market on the train for the first time in aages. Along by the river the fields were all flooded, on the way out of Ipswich - I hadn't realised we'd had so much rain. :\ But mmmm, olives; I've not had olives in ages. And peppadews with feta cheese in, and nice oniony foccacia which made the train smell of roast onions on the way home. ¬_¬ And roast salmon! And cherries! And lovely fresh skate! And homemade soup! And thusly I remember why Bury market beats the pants off Ipswich market. I shall go again. :) I'll have to go when the kids are all at school next time, though, because crikey, the carriage was FULL of the little ba-... darlings, all playing their noise* really loudly through the tiniest speakers ever so it sounded like they were trying to use a sweetie tin as an amplifier. ¬_¬

Now! FOOOooddd.

* - I refuse to call it "music" because that's just giving it way too much credit.

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For me it had nothing to do with agility. It was pretty much the things in your dream - not being able to choose the speed or difficulty level I felt comfortable with and being cut by more advanced skiers all the time - I was simply scared I'd be run over or fall and afraid I'd be left behind by my family/class.

Crosscountry skiing was fine with me, though. (And I was never forced into it.)