Night Terrors

Dear O'H dear, Lovely Tea Jenny and The Mini Princesses,

I woke up in the middle of the night having had a bad dream. One of those ones where you’re too scared to move for what seems like an eternity.

I dreamt we were being hunted by our old neighbour, Penelope, who was tooled up and quite intent on killing us, Jason Bourne style.

Terrifying…except Penelope is the most mild mannered, softly (and slowly) spoken, god fearing person I’ve ever met. She organised the street WhatsApp group during Covid and the family sing hymns on a Sunday afternoon.

But obviously my subconscious has spotted something. Just saying. You never can tell. If I’m murdered in my sleep, you know where to look.

C