Sweet Dreams

I had another disturbed night last night. I was having a classic anxiety dream of being at University but not knowing what my timetable was, or where to get any information about what I should be doing. In my dream I was sharing a flat with Shell from Big Brother who was being an insufferable girly swat who just kept telling me I should have been more organised and written down my timetable in a planner or something at the start of term. Where's the Dreamweaver Lady B when she's needed - she seems to have gone AWOL from Emma Kennedy's guestbook again ...

So, I was up and about at six o'clock this morning in case anybody was wondering why I was posting comments so early. I fed Biddy and was wondering where Frank was until I opened Alicia's bedroom door and found him complaining bitterly. He had been stuck in there all night and had widdled on Alicia's chair where she had dumped her school sweatshirt. Way to go Frank ...