Some war dreams with fighting and a sense of doom.

Also I have a new flat, some public housing somewhere – quite unEnglish, a block of flats, painted white in the sunlight. I had to climb on an old lady’s mantle piece to mount the stairs to the higher floor where I lived.

Before I went in, outside in the evening sunshine is a woman in a wheelchair who I don’t recognise. She says she is Beatrice and this feels like a reunion. She is there with her children who have grown older to welcome me to my new flat – which is kind of half way between two places. I see that she has only one leg (she has been married to at least 1 if not 2 Africans – in real life). But when she gets up I see that she has both and that it was my imagination.