Midsomer Murders is back on tele.

YAY!!

I had one of those intriguing, detailed dreams last night.

It's all quite complex and meandered madly but this was the best bit:

We ordered drinks in this restaurant. And I don't know what they were called but when they arrived - wow!

They were cups sculpted out of dark chocolate, shaped like birds, filled with brandy and you drank the brandy through the beak of the bird and then scoffed the chocolate.

And there was a range of about six with different drinks in them.

I want them.

For a while now I've had this suspicion I'm so fond of my ipod we are developing a relationship.

No, not like that. I mean ipod picks songs for my mood when I put it on browse.

But this morning it decided I was running to power ballards or nothing else. They came to be on there because Blayka has power ballards on in her car all the time and that's why I listen to them. They remind me of being with her in Croatia and Slovenia.

But today it wouldn't let me out of the playlist so I set off down river with Meatloaf declaring with great insistence that he would do anything for me.

A couple of miles later somehow I got lost jogging round Fletcher Moss Country and it was 20 minutes before I realised I lived downriver and so running upriver wasn't going to get me home. About turn and onwards with Reo Speedwagon telling me how it didn't matter about all those men before because we were still together and they were going to keep on loving me.

I was walloped by the time I got home, though I had had empthic moments with Heart recalling lying in the dark alone, wondering why he wasn't answering the phone and was quite cheered to hear Simple Minds didn't want me to forget about them (though I had).

You have to have irony in your head and your tongue rammed firmly into your cheek, but I do enjoy them. And Roy Orbison: I Drove All Night; a genuinely wonderful song.