One morning, I woke up and saw these weird drawings of llamas on my bedside table. My first thought was that Little James had made me a card, then I realised the pictures were in my wobbly, middle-of-the-night handwriting. 

Slowly, the events leading up to the weird drawings came back to me…

Eventually, I remembered my dream. I was a reindeer-crossed-llama having a drink at a bar when another llama proposed to me. He said in his culture, it was customary for a male llama (what is a male llama even called?) to shave off his fur and knit a beautiful turtleneck jumper to present to his betrothed. 

Note to self: Do not ever turn my dreams into stories.