I had a very vivid dream that I was in a secure mental institution and chemically coshed with Librium, and then woke up thinking: ‘Ummm, that’s not a bad idea?’

Went back to sleep and woke up to bright sunshine, which is nice. A day of cleaning, fixing, helping and possibly blackberrying as well. And while I’m doing all that I’ll be thinking about whether I’ll be doing anything on my birthday.