Last night I dreamt I cooked a meal for my sister and Fraser Lewry, who I worked with many years back. After pudding my cat, Sooty, entered the room. I said hello and explained to him Fraser was the inventor of cats in sinks and kittenwars, with which I think he was suitably impressed. Liz and I both noticed Sooty had grey hairs on his neck, probably a sign of growing old.
Since selling the house my Mum and Dad have been living in a caravan on my sister’s in-law’s yard. The house in Blackpool was sold a few months back. As I woke up I panicked, wondering where they were keeping Sooty, since they didn’t have a house right now. It took me a while to remember my cat died some years back. It’s set me in a weird mood – how did something like that slip my mind while I was half awake?