Subtlety, thy name is not brain

I've been dreaming (a rare occurrence).

Last night: We were hosting some kind of meeting at Pub and when it came to the end, I used the classic teacher waiting-for-silence trick to get everyone to bring stuff back to the bar.

Night before: I was working on a farm and there was a field of pigs. The farmer was nowhere to be found, but there were gaps in the hedge that I had to fill because the pigs (even my favourites) were escaping. Even though I had a hacksaw for wood, there were no trees, so I tried to close the gaps with office supplies (pens and sticky tape, mostly). The pigs got out anyway.

You think I have teaching on the brain?

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