Dreamed last night
I was lined up to see the doctor. I had with me Mum, and I think Dad, maybe Kate + Daniel. After a while there was an old man called Lyle. Lyle was childlike harmless. He sat on my lap, and I analysed how I felt about it but decided it was OK.
Mum and Lyle kept getting distracted, talking animatedly to different people in the queues, wandering off. As I’d go to retrieve them I’d lose my place in the queue.
I tried to think what I had to tell the doctor for each of us. I knew Mum thought she had a broken leg, but she seemed to be walking around well enough.
I imagined myself saying to the doctor about my charges, ‘It’s like herding cats.’ And then we’d both laugh.