Both as a child and as an adult. Once I woke up, stark naked, on the common near where I lived, having crossed a major road. It was a bit of a problem getting back home, especially as I had no idea if I would be able to get into my flat (I could). That really was a worrying experience and the only thing that could have been worse would have been to have stayed asleep and wake up in the morning with muddy feet.
I also talked in my sleep. I may still do but I sleep alone so unless I wake myself up in conversation, I wouldn't know. I am rather fond of the time I apparently sat upright in bed and announced in a head misstressy sort of voice, "I will not have cats being unpunctual for their meals!"
Preston Davey, another baby P.
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