Every now and then my dream turns real, as I half wake and proceed to try to sort out something I've been dreaming of.

Like the other day I charged downstairs and started putting out stuff on the floor to stop tge paint that had been spilled dripping through to the living room and wrecked ng the carpet. Then my wife told me I was dreaming. I realised that no paint had been spilled, and we haven't got a carpet in that room. Or I'll turn the furniture upside down looking for something I've mislaid - only to wake and realise it didn't exist in the first place.

I wouldn't much want to live with me.