Dreaming I am a man. My neighbour Yvonne has some kind of involvement with me, and her husband Simon doesn’t like it; he instructs her to kill me. Yvonne runs the knife down my cheek, and I pretend to die. Yvonne takes my red basque, but I plead with her not to. My fake death lasts for days, with me lying on a seat of a car and the husband checking on me every now and then. There seems to be a shop in the background. Yvonne cries. Eventually, she challenges Simon while in the morgue and informs him that I’m not really dead, and either he marries her…
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We were supposed to be clearing the garden today, ready for new turf. It’s a big garden with lots of crap dumped in it, so it was a whole day’s work. I went outside with Annie and started to tidy while Tom sat doing nothing except scrolling through Facebook. Eventually, after I’d dug up and…