Two weeks ago I had a dream. One of those powerful, waking dreams whereby one is not fully sure if the situation is in fact occurring or not. It was so palpably real that, recalling it now, there would still remain some doubt, but for the fact there is no evidence of damage to the cottage front door.
I have a book on my bedside locker, ‘Exploring Doubt,’ that I pick up and peruse short extracts from, only once in a while, because the contents take a while to consider.