Yesterday night I had nightmares, thankfully a rare occurrence. After the first one, which was so sick I'd rather not mention it at all, a second nightmare was about me and my father. We were on a trip together and got to a large building a bit like the Manchester Arndale centre. The inside of it though resembled an empty office block more like. It's main attraction was a long descent in its cellar. A single rope lead down a manhole, the only way in or out was to climb the rope. And why would you? The hole had a reputation for being a dead man's pit: living convicts were thrown into it, and if the fall didn't kill them starvation would. The bottom of the pit therefore, still covered in bones, was reputedly haunted. For some reason, I decided to descend and of course, when down there, could not find the rope again. To be honest, it was a bit scary down there..

On the other hand, Lottie woke up this morning with our cat Bandit gagging up mouse remains right in front of her face. Nice..