I've not long woken up from a very deep sleep and I'm still very hungover from it. I feel quite wiped out instead of feeling refreshed.

I had a mad dream where I ate my mobile phone. I had meant to take the sim card out first so I could put it in a new one but I ate the lot! No one in the dream seemed to think that eating your phone was unusual but they all commiserated with me over the loss of the sim.

This came after a fairly horrendous dream in which I was holidaying in a building which was a part-time church. It had been adapted in such a way that it could quickly become a fully functioning church when required.

Unfortunately, this included a steeple with a bell.

Some people may be aware that I have a bit of a phobia about bells. I don't like them - seeing them, not so much hearing them. The whole idea of them hanging in their steeples, rocking back and forth on their frames, before swinging up to reveal a gaping mouth with a clapper in it just send shivers up my spine.

I discovered that the steeple was directly above the bathroom. I lay back in the bath and looked up. The bell was above me. A big black maw hanging threateningly over me.

I partially woke up from that dream, sobbing in fear, before falling asleep again and eating my phone.

I have no idea where my fear of bells comes from. I've only ever seen belfrys on the TV. The closest I've ever come to a bell was when I decided to climb up the ladder on the inside of the church steeple to see what was up there - until I suddenly panicked over the fact that up there lurking in the darkness was a bell.

It didn't help a few years later when the minister told me that he couldn't ring the bell at my wedding as it was unstable and could fall down. It would have fallen on top of us as we left the church by the main door!

If you want to be clever you could explain it away by saying that in a previous life I was a witch who was put to death by being tied up to a bell. As I also have a fear of being tied up and immobilised you could put the two together and make a bit of a story about it. Other than that I have no idea. At least my phobia doesn't tend to interfere with my life.

While in the middle of writing this I was making my breakfast. I must be really sleep hungover as I have now managed to trip and throw my breakfast all over the floor! I can see I'm going to have one of those days. (And there's a big spider in the bath!)