It's not a good sign when you have a dream about cutlery, worse still when your favorite piece of 'eating leftovers at work related' cutlery - my wonderful £2.99 bright pink Light My fire Spork.
In fact, I've been meaning to write a post about how useful this bit of camping kit is when it comes to sharing a kitchen, and a dwindling selection of miss matched, orphaned and donated cutlery with however many people use the little kitchen next to me (maybe it's time for a cutlery amnesty - I can't be the only person with contraband cutlery at home can I?) - this cheap little gadget, brought randomly from the National Trust shop at Shugborough House, has done me well for months - unusually for a bit of multi purpose cutlery all of the relevant sections are the right size to both use in Tupperware and to eat from.
Back to the dream - which was random at best - but the section I remember and oddly the bit that pertains to the spork; For some reason my boss and I were in the students union in Stoke (which looked like the SU at Glamorgan Uni, or at least how I remember it to be) when Pete Jones from Dragon's Den handed me a mangled broken version of my spork. And no, I don't know what he was doing in my dream / in the Stoke / Glamorgan SU.
Flash forward to this morning, and as I pack my lunch bag I hear a snap and had that sickening feeling of knowing exactly what had died...
So, RIP little pink Spork - I hope the Mark II lives up to your legacy...