Dreaming

I am in Izzy and Susie’s bedroom at Church Lane. I open the window, but it doesn’t sit properly, so I pull it back in to adjust it. As I do so, the whole window, frame and glass falls out and lands on the bush dividing our house from next door.

I am in the kitchen of Church Lane. John is there; he says something about it being different. I look around and see that everything is completely different. The way it’s laid out, the units, the colours. There’s even a metal-looking splashback running along the ceiling.