I actually managed to sleep enough to dream last night and what a dream it was! I dreamt that I became a successful author, and made millions of pounds. Then the 1984 miners strikes started again (I know, it was a dream, it doesn’t make sense) and I took great pleasure in sending cheques to the mining communities, huge amounts of money to enable them to strike for as long as they needed. It was great. I felt calm knowing that I had enough money to never be homeless or hungry again, and fulfilled that by helping the miners I was making a difference in the world. I was so disappointed when I woke up and it was all a dream.