dream: I drop in to visit my first ever workplace. The old boss is still there, talking to somebody until he notices me standing there. He turns to smile at me and with a glint in his eye, asks if I’d like some scones. Later, I talk to an ex-co-worker, who’d returned there after working in other companies. I make some comment about how hard it is to remember old names after working in so many different places, for so many different people. Suddenly it’s like school as if we’re at recess, with people walking everywhere, doing all sorts of things. I hear a John Cleese line spoken somewhere nearby – “someone lend me a fag, please, or I’ll go spare.”