Last night I dreamt I was on my death bed. I was surrounded by all the accountants and trainee accountants I have known in my working life.
I think I can read this dream. But just imagine if it were to become real.
Suffice to say I don't want accountants surrounding my death bed. In fact, I don't want people at all. I want a solitary robin, singing his little heart out, perched on my window sill. He'd look at me with sympathy and I'd breathe my last.