What terrors lurk in nightmares? And what if they escape?
Word of the day: maw wallop – a badly cooked mess of food
This evening I decided to brave cooking. Neville had left a large plate of cooked bacon on the counter, he hadn’t even covered it. Hasn’t he heard of botulism? I started making a big pot of chilli con tofu. Jinjing came in and sniffed around, so of course I offered her some, she’s given me plenty of food over the last few weeks. I don’t think my chilli was up to her standards though.
‘What are the orange bits?’ she asked.
‘Baked beans,’ I said.
‘What are the yellow bits?’
‘Peanuts,’ I said.
‘Oh,’ she said and sat down. My chilli had been snubbed.
‘You have any more weird dreams?’ I asked.
‘Yes! The same one as before. Just this man staring in my window. He was wearing a hoody and his face was really pale, his eyes were dark. I woke up terrified and I couldn’t get back to sleep for ages. It’s definitely an omen.’
My laptop is still hanging together, for those who are concerned, although I have to keep securing the electrical tape.