Had it not been for two things, I might have dreamed the whole thing.
I knew it was not a dream.
I didn't know if it was real or fiction.
One man launching a model rocket.
A man is looking at a loaf of bread.
A woman wearing purple shorts speaks through a megaphone as two women listen.
The mandrakes ran around after the men and flicked them.
I think that they ultimately got the best person possible.
The British chose not to visit Madeira and went to France instead.