It may have been the red wine.
It may have been the painkillers I took when I woke up with a headache before drifting off.
It may have been the 18th birthday party we had just been to.
But I had a dream.
One of those vivid movies than run through the brain in a fitful sleep.
I dreamt I was 18 again.
But instead of it being 1984, it was 2013 and my siblings were my own children.
There was a row, a snog and for some reason, a shower.
I woke in my husband's arms, bemused and amused.
It was quite a nice trip.
It gave me the urge to hunt out some old pictures.
Not the greatest quality picture but you can see from the hair and the clothes that it is very 1984.
I was 18 and on holiday with my friend Karen in Pineda, Spain.
I had just taken my A-levels: a B in History, D in Sociology and a D in English.
I re-took them the following year, ended up with BBD and a place (like Bridget Jones) at Bangor University to study English.
I remember that photo being taken.
It was just before Karen and I went out for the evening.
She met a Spanish guy who rode into the bar on a motorbike and I ended up with a boy called Kevin from Northampton.
I wonder what 1984 Jane would make of 2013 Jane?
Today I wore:
Shoes - Clarks
Shirt- Spanish shop