Apparently I talk in my sleep.

Woman talking in her sleepOr so I’m told. I rarely hear myself or remember what I said. And usually anyone who hears me can’t make sense of what I say.

But one morning I woke up and was told that in the early hours of that Saturday morning I had said, while very much asleep, but very clearly:

“That’s just like my relatives – just a packet of miscellaneouses.”

First, I was relieved that I hadn’t said anything incriminating.

Then I asked myself, “What are ‘miscellaneouses’? And how many fit into a packet, anyway?”

But is my family “a packet of miscellaneouses”? Well, you could say that. 🙂