A strange dream...

The room was fairly plain. Two chairs and a table. Almost like I was visiting a prison. I was talking to a beautiful woman. She works with me.

I was her life-coach. I asked her loads of questions, probing her life, her routine. Whichever angle I tried didn't seem to help. We spoke for a long time. We didn't really get anywhere. In the end, we got into the car to go home and I felt that she wasn't really satisfied with the work that I'd done.

"Don't worry about paying for this session," I told her, "I think the next one will be much better and you can pay me for that."

She looked surprised. I wondered whether she'd actually benefited a great deal. Perhaps I should have charged after all.

Then she was gone, and so was the car. It was raining.

I went to a sweet shop. I bought Maltesers and Milkybar buttons.

"Son," said the checkout assistant, "You can pay £1.79 for these two sweets, or if you pay £1, I'll put the whole lot in a mixed pot for you, and it'll be cheaper."

"The same amount of chocolate?" I asked.

"Absolutely." I smiled. He emptied all the chocolate into a pot. I could almost taste it.

Then there was a knocking on the door. A slight smell of coffee. It was time for breakfast, Tuesday morning. The blankets on my bed were all over the place. I sat down at the table. Everyone else had already started.

"You must have been fast asleep, we were knocking for ages!" Said George. The three of them munched away.

"Yes, " I said ruefully, "I was."

"And if you'd only left me for a couple more minutes, I would have had a chance to eat the chocolate."