Cousin Dave and I have a mirror to hang today. The task must have been on my mind last night as I went to bed. A couple of glasses from a freshly opened bottle of 10 year old Laphroaig meant that I got to sleep without any trouble at all, but I have always found that a good malt does tend to prompt rather vivid dreams. The dream was vivid but remarkably simple. We drilled the wall, fixed the heavy-duty hook and hung the mirror. We stepped back to admire our workmanship. Something was clearly wrong. "Oh bugger", said Cousin Dave, "we've hung it upside down"