Dreams

Last night was a good one. The dreams started with one of those where I played multiple characters - I was both the doctor performing the autopsy on the baby boy, and his mother. And the little girl whose autopsy was next.

Then there was the one about a series of murderers who had all killed me before and were going to do it again, strangling me, and whatever I did in the dream I couldn't change the outcome. Still, there were no babies in that one, me or mine.

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• Had awful dreams; did not mention them on waking, because it's two years since Nollaig and Tadhg died and I couldn't talk about it.


• After coffee, I had a bath in the new bathtub, surrounded by raw plaster and holes in the walls. The tub is fabulous; it's slightly shorter than the previous one, so I can sit in it without an extra prop for my feet. I love the taps, which are lever rather than turning, so that I can turn them easily. The bath was a bit hot because we're not used to mixer taps yet and the old rule was to put hot in first, but that won't happen again.

( Blow by blow bashing of my day )