My sister Esther has come up with another perfectly formed dream.
So I’m walking along a cliff path and I know that there is a really beautiful cove just a bit further along, but first I need to go through a tunnel in the rock to get to it. But as I am about to go through I’m stopped by a guard who insists I fill in a long and complicated form, with many clauses, like, which kind of lettuce do I prefer – a, Cos, b, Iceberg, etc.
I stare blankly at it. The cove is shutting in half an hour, my small son has already gone through, I’ll never get the form filled in, and then I see a box.
‘If you are 50 tick here and proceed to end.’
50! That’s ridiculous! But then I think, well, I am 47 and a half, it’s not so far away, and with a light heart I tick 50 and skip through the tunnel and down to the cove.