Sunday, April 22, 2007


1pm. I sit upright in bed, in Japan and in a panic. 'What time do we have to check out of the room?!"
The TH 'We don't have to check out of the room - you're at home......'

For three consecutive mornings (between the hours of 6am and 8am) I've had a recurring claustrophobic nightmare about lying underneath a car, (where I am retrieving someone else's mail, obviously?). My clothes get caught on the car underside, thereby trapping me. I wake up exhausted, fighting my Japanese duvet.

It is 3.44am and our nightly insomniacs party is kicking off. The TH is choosing movies and I rummage through cupboards looking for exciting ingredients to add to camomile tea.


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