Hmm, strange nightmare last night. I went down to the haberdashery to see Senator poppypug, the expert in matters such as latest fashion colours of ric rac. She got all huffy and said that I should stop poncing about with such matters and she was going to take me out to start training with the centurions. If I didn't do that she would throw me to the lions and everyone would laugh at me. Noooooooooooo! What if my hair gets spoilt or I get mud on the gold victory tick on my sandals?
Is this a premonition? Maybe I'll manage without the leather thongs for my outfit and if I keep myself away from the market for a few days it'll all pass over.