Another bird-of-prey dream. Rumbling along on a train, I noticed something huge and red-brown in a tree. It was enormous – bigger surely than any English bird of prey, and more vibrantly coloured. As my angle of looking at it changed, one creature separated into two – a mother and chick, perhaps, but getting a last look at their furry, orange backs, I wasn’t at all sure that they were birds and not orangutans.
(When I told them this dream, one of my housemates helpfully played a bit of Jim Morrison’s Bird of Prey on his phone, so I’ve intermittently had that stuck in my head for the rest of the day.)
And, a hypothetical lover (no-one I actually know) asking me whether, aside from the annoyance of folks frequently patronising me, there were also some advantages for me in people thinking I’m much younger than I am. I shall mull that over.