Just Pining For The Fjords

(I’m staying in a hotel with a friend as part of our annual trip to Edinburgh. I’ve been known to talk in my sleep but I rarely remember doing so, and it’s only thanks to my friend telling me that I know about it at all. This night has been a little rough — as nights often are in unfamiliar locations — with a number of false awakenings. But, beyond that, I do feel somewhat well-rested. I’m getting up to use the toilet when my friend asks me something.)

Friend: “Do you remember shouting in your sleep last night?”

Me: “I vaguely recall trying to vocalise after hearing you talk, but otherwise, no.”

Friend: “You were shouting Monty Python quotes in your sleep.”

Me: “Wow. That says a lot about me, doesn’t it?”

(Thank Brian of Nazareth I didn’t disturb anyone else!)