Deep in the arms of Morpheus at 7 am when the phone rang. Now nobody, but nobody, rings me this early as I don't really surface much before 8.30 am. Cheery wee voice (grandaughter 8) says "hi Gran, we're coming down to see you tonight and staying till Sunday, isn't that good?" Well...... what can you say?
I woke at 6.04am this morning in a sweat because i'd been handed a gun in my dream and told to go find whoever had caused the 'killings' in my Town House :/