Up at the crack to drive to Aberdeen with Dynamite. We talk all the way up and when we get there we keep talking non-stop til we leave again. We talk all the way back down the motorway to Dundee where we nip in and have a quick snack then we nip to a bar next door and chat – just for a change. We then get back onto the motorway which is seriously flooded. Very scary journey home but we coped in our normal way – talking all the time.
Arrived home and collapsed into bed early with white lines and Dynamites voice ringing in my lugs.
Then according to the long suffering husband I spent the majority of the night talking in my sleep. God is verbal diahorrea an actual condition? If so is it dangerous?
