I do enjoy a good dream and last night was particularly exciting. I was some kind of international assassin based somewhere like Tracy Island with a spaceplane that took me into a low orbit before sneaking up on the city of my victim into which I would parachute a dormouse.
The mouse would actually do the deed, although I’m not sure how.
Last night’s target was a politician with a thick Yorkshire accent and an elderly blonde wife. The mission failed because he had just changed his name by deed pole.