Two dreams last night. In one I was getting off the bus at our new home. It was am empty, stripped out shop-house on a main road in a small town - bare concrete, damp, no interior walls. I was angry that we were going to live here. But when I went inside I discovered that while I was away that day N had built a prefab wall in to make things more comfortable, so there was at least a separation between the front windows, the toilet and the sleeping area.

The second dream was out the back of the same place? In a kind of storage area. I opened a bag of kittens and they started spilling out. I realised only then how very very young they were - just born. Actually there were cats all over the place - I couldn't keep track of all the cats and somehow I needed to. Eventually on one shelf I opened a bag and saw the little black face of a cat sleeping. I immediately felt surprise relief to recognise Bella. Could I have been mistaken? But she lifted her sleepy face to me to say hello and I knew we were right in our recognition. Relief.