I woke from a most disconcerting dream. I was with another girl (were we both girls) at a swimming pool. It was an old, dilapidated one (rather like the one I remember from boarding school) and I could see vague figures both in the water and out. The air was grey and murky and the water dark, opaque and dingy. I shuddered at the thought of going in, but knew that I would have no choice. And I had a bunch of flowers in my hand and thought I saw something big and furry moving amongst them. A rather bossy woman who had appeared from nowhere told me not to be so silly. I separated the flowers and there was a rat. A benign looking rat (was it a toy) but a rat nevertheless. I took myself from my bed, the wind and rain raging outside in low spirits.
It was lovely to see her looking so pink yesterday. A pretty woman. She is force of nature, just like her mother, and him. I am growing so fond of her. I drew the road as we made our way there and posted it. “It’s got ten likes,” he said at breakfast.
