Dream Last night I had a shockingly bad dream. Or rather a sequence of dreams. I’d gone to sleep in the study on my new air bed, because sleeping on the Futon in the living room was killing my back. I dozed off, and was awoken by two pairs of hands viciously grabbing me. I …

Spoke to the lovely woman who lives on the top floor, Camilla. She doesn’t mind having her wall hacked to bits on the 16th May, so I’m going to send the wall-hacking guy up to her first, then the folks on floor two. That should take two weeks, by which time the Kitchen should be …