Last night, Angel was unsettled and roamed from room to room, couch to bed to doormat and round and round again, napping in very short bursts. And meowing pitifully each time he woke, so of course my sleep was very broken too.
Eventually I threw him out, not literally, into the freezing back porch and slammed the door on him. Left him there for five whole minutes.
When I let him back into the warmth he was happy enough to curl up on my bed and fall asleep finally.
I went to sleep fully too and had a very odd dream.
You may have noticed my regular commenter Lee, who lives in Queensland.
We've never met. All we know about each other is from our blogs.
Yet here she is popping up in my dream.
It was a very short dream, beginning with someone pounding on my front door. (in the dream)
Turns out (in the dream) I was living in a very large house that had two front doors and I hadn't heard knocking on one of them so this person pounded hard on the second front door.
I opened it to see a gentleman dressed in black and behind him, Lee, dressed in a calf length fur coat and pushing a pram.
Angel ran out onto the porch and started sniffing at a tiny pair of boottee'd feet sticking out of the blanket in the pram.
I rushed everybody inside, apologising for my state of sloppy dress and the unmade bed, (I really hate people dropping in before I've made the bed) and they waved all that aside and started producing papers and pens.
Apparently, an unknown someone had left a baby on Lee's doorstep, in Queensland!, and the man with her was a lawyer and they had decided I was the best person to care for this child. Way down here in South Australia. He was urging me to sign the necessary papers and that's when I woke up.
How weird is that!!