Dreaming about towns

I’VE just woken up, I had a terrible dream.

I dreamt that our new bus station and railway station had been taken away from us.

Our new rugby ground with its lovely toilets and facilities was moved back to Wheldon Road and to cap it all our new town centre hotel with all the new houses, apartments, shops and offices was just a mirage.

The new development on the riverside was no longer there as all the houses had fallen in the river and the Pontefract Colliery pit site was not houses, shops and warehouse units but was derelict.

But the worst thing of all was that I fell and broke my leg and was taken to a place called Dewsbury.

I think it must have been that banana sandwich I had before I went to bed.


Oxford Street