Ketchup mishap

Today felt like a Sunday. Lie in (first day in many days I didn't have to set an alarm). Tea. Lots of chat about guinea-pigs, oddly. (dreamt last night that they sashayed up the stairs two by two to steal my duvet by pulling it off with their wee teeth. Asked Guy to help get them off, but instructed him not to cut their noses off - as if he would. Unclear if they were malicious guinea-pigs or just playful. Too strange. What does that signify then? Answers on a postcard.)
Into town where this mishap occurred. Mooch.
Home for an afternoon film and gallons more tea. Now my lad has left and the Sunday/Monday blues have kicked in. I'd really like two days off in a row please. Oh, and less strange dreams wouldn't go amiss either.