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Saturday 23rd June 2007

Dawn chorus
So, at about 04:02 this morning (or thereabouts), a largely empty (save a few toiletries, chargers and bits and pieces) suitcase, propped precariously outside our bedroom (and no doubt made ever more precarious by the addition of a hair drier) on top of a travel cot decided, finally, enough was enough and crashed (presumably) noisily to the bare, floorboarded, hall way. Joy, joy, joy. I used to think I was a light sleeper and maybe I still am. I don't know. Maybe I heard the noise, but maybe I just can't remember. What I do recall is M**** screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming, as if she had just fallen abruptly out of a nightmare. My body came out of a deep, deep sleep and, responding to the situation as best it could, decided some adrenalin was called for. I scrabbled around in bed, thrashing around at M****, at duvets, at pillows, trying desperately to find a light switch, any switch, something to make sense of what on earth was going on. M****, whilst trying to fight me off, was trying to say something about burglary and people (or a person) having broken into the house (probably thinking I was that person). I doubt anything M**** said was really helping the situation as people breaking into my home is a common theme of my own nightmares, but hey . . . I eventually found the light switch but the abrupt awakening meant my body was barely working and my hands, feet, legs, arms and (especially) jaw felt loose and hard to control. I opened our bedroom door and there was the suitcase on the floor, mystery solved. I wandered around the rest of the house, checking that no forced entry had occurred, but . . . no . . . there was nothing. I watered the plant on the window sill at the top of the stair case and returned to bed. The adrenalin meant neither of us could fall back immediately to sleep.