Other peoples dreams are just never that interesting, but last night I dreamed of Florence. She was dressed in pretty clothes, asleep in a shoe box in a cupboard. I found her, and she was warm and breathing, so I thought I'd better bathe her and nurse her, and wondered how I could've neglected her for all this time.
Then she was gone again, and Woody said it was ok, he'd left her asleep on the windowsill next to the open bathroom window...
Later, she was a toddler on my hip and she called me Mummy, and I said "where's Daddy?", She pointed across at Woody and smiled.
I guess it's pretty clear what's going on in my head right now. x