Tossing and turning

Woke up a little while ago feeling slightly on edge, knowing there was something I desperately needed to be doing. By the time I got from the bed to the cappuccino maker to switch it on, I couldn’t for the life of me remember what was so urgent. What was I supposed to be doing? Why couldn’t I remember? I guess it must have been something I had dreamt. 

Washed my face, brushed my teeth, made the cappuccino, brought it into the front room and looked at the bed.

This is what the bed looks like just before I retire for the night.

I sleep on the left and in the morning, the pillows on the right look pretty much the same as this.

This is what the pillows looked like just now.

Blimey. Top pillow on the right now underneath bottom pillow. Lefthand pillows (my pillows) totally bunched up and skewwhiff. That must have been some dream last night if it involved so much tossing and turning. Wish I could remember what it was about.

A lovely, crisp, sunny (and rather chilly) day yesterday for my first walk with Georgie and Joe for quite some time. And a wonderful surprise.

Yes, that is indeed the ball in her mouth! She’s been given the all clear by the vet this week and ball hurling is back on. Hurrah!

Okay, I have, as my character Rita said in Halfway There, been screwing the pooch (not Georgie!) all week and thus have made virtually no progress on the play I am supposed to be writing. A day and a half until the next meeting of the First Draft Club and I really, really, really need to get somewhere with it.

Perhaps that is what the dream was about last night.