I had the weirdest dream last night. At work moving ironing boards and told to go to America with my boss in a car. He had to bring his cat with him because the cat was good at numbers. We had to stop at one point so he could repair a leaking pipe in a car park. Then we lost the cat. Then my cat turned up. I think I woke up at this point trying to find the clever cat.

Woke up to two dead mice in the hall.

Might try not sleeping tonight.