Saturday, 17 August 2013
What's that knocking? Who's calling me? None of it fits with the dream I'm in. What's happening?
There is something very disturbing about being woken up by someone calling you and knocking on the bedroom door when you are fast asleep and in the middle of a dream. One thing it guaranteed for me was that within seconds of waking I couldn't recall anything about the dream.
David and Molly left this morning for the early ferry to Ullapool. Suddenly the house was very quiet. Not that any of us is noisy but there was conversation between the three of us (use we talked to Molly and she responded).
No gardening today though. Rain and gales interspersed with odd moments of sun and gales. It's August for heaven's sake. Don't Jupiter or Zeus (I'm not sure which one is fashionable at the moment) know that? They managed between them to conjure up a rainbow for me this evening though.