I don't know if the phrase Turning Potatoes (mentioned to be in conflict with the tiles in the bathroom?!?!?) was some sort of wedged-in code-word, but I got the message. And no I have never heard of 'turning potatoes' nor have I gone on the internet to research such.
It's one of the mysterious and bizarre facts of this morning's dream i.e. at 05:00 a.m.
It was placed in a town (Haydock, where I'm from) but it was very early in my life when I remember it looking mostly like this. I'm talking about when I was five or six years old, maybe younger. Where Penny Lane meets Vista Road. After that, all these details were rebuilt. There didn't used to be a big roundabout, for example.
So, I'm walking down Vista Road and soon come across The Perfect House. It's on a junction of a side street, and it has tall windows like a retail property conversion. Put it this way, "It called out to me," even though it was in total disarray. Every room needed...
