“Your flight is boarding in twenty minutes Ladies and Gentlemen, please proceed to the lounge area through door number two.”

I picked up my three black umbrellas, my briefcase and my jacket. Oh God! Whatever possessed me to bring all three of my brollies: the compact, lightweight model, the man-size one and the one with the fancy wooden handle? And – on no! – I had picked up the wrong jacket. There was a large smear of white paint across the shoulder. But there was no turning back.

Our little group was shepherded into a small lounge and given coffee accompanied by tiny freshly baked muffins. Then we were guided aboard an executive jet.

As I fastened my seat belt I heard the dreaded words, “Now Ladies and Gentlemen, I want each of you to give a brief outline of your presentation.” I did not have one! I was a fraud! I should not even be there. A lovely lady at the front turned and gave me an enormous wink before she launched her idea.

What could I say? Help! . . . wait a minute, I think I’ve got it.

I heard myself saying, “I want to write a blog to help people with narcolepsy . . .”

Then I woke up!

It was only 5:13 a.m.

Wow! last month’s meeting of “Winning Women (Essex)” had certainly left its impression. I sleepily jotted down brief notes on my bedside notepad to capture my dream before it eluded me and slipped back into my sub-conscious. Then I staggered downstairs to grab a cup of tea and re-fill my hot-water bottle. Is it worth returning to snatch another hour’s sleep?   YES!

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