I had a dream about Patrick Duff recently. He was dead and in a coffin which I kept in my bedroom cupboard, it was made of bolsa wood. It was the time when we remember the dead so I had to dress his remains to honour him. I had his shiny black shoes in my hand ready to put them on, when the dead body in the coffin started knocking and moving around, indicating he wanted to get out. I was very surprised that he had come back to life, but couldn't shake the feeling that he was a copy of the original and not authentic.
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It was Patrick Duff's 50th birthday yesterday, I wasn't online so I forgot. He wrote a little note about remembering his Dad turning 50, it does sound like a sensible age doesn't it? Who imagines that they'll get to these advanced years and still be the same inside? I am not there yet, but the years pass alarmingly fast...
There have been a lot of birthdays lately, so many people I know are late May/June babies and 3 of my exboyfriends are July, I don't go for horoscopes, but it is strange how they cluster. Happy birthday to
calico_pye!