N and I were such good friends that she gave up her place in bed with S for me and slept on the sofa. The following morning I was up bright and early to welcome ECM on a long-anticipated trip north. We hadn’t seen each other for years, and I was keen to show her my latest creative outputs. I was incredibly disappointed when she dismissed my efforts – she was particularly rude about my stationery designs – and I was glad when she announced that she was leaving early.
My next appointment was the University sanatorium. The sister of AJ (one of my graduates) had been beaten up and left for dead in the street. Fortunately she had been rescued just in time, and was expected to make a full recovery. The Dean’s PA showed me into the ward. I wondered at the number of babies stacked up on trolleys along the central aisle. One rolled off the top shelf of a trolley and I only just caught him (or her) before he (or she) hit the floor. The undergraduate mothers of these poor unfortunate children lay still in beds nearby.
There were several other visitors gathered around AJ’s sister’s bed, including E, who was showing off her new diamond and emerald engagement ring. I wasn’t sure that I trusted everyone there, and my instincts were proved right when a sinister man in a long black coat appeared and grabbed the jewel. Other strange men appeared and I could tell that we were in danger. We had no option but to run to the woods and hide: this was a Nazi invasion.
Dreamaticus 