So I might be a little bit obsessed but I learned the dance in bed and now Kate Bush is the soundtrack to EVERYTHING, it’s meeeeeee, Cathyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Last night was epic in terms of the final performance and the two large glasses of wine I consumed afterwards. I have a hangover. Although I’m not sure if the headache was caused by the alcohol or the fact I woke up in floods of tears after having the singularly most vivid dream of my entire life. In the dream, my nan died, and suddenly I was able to recall the names of family members I’ve never met. I know at least one of them was true.