It was late on a Friday night and I had to walk down a long, winding tunnel with my boyfriend Bryn’s housemates, Simon and Tasha. You know those cardboard cylindrical things designed for wrapping wires round? Well, we were each carrying one of them. However, Simon was really drunk and passed out, so Tasha and I had to try and carry his possessions. This meant leaving my roll of wire, my ankh and a mostly eaten box of Jaffa Cakes in the tunnel.
The tunnel led to the back garden of Naworth Castle (where I used to live). I lived there. The next day, at about noon, I watched my mother ironing, in an unrecognisable room. It was about twice as long as it was wide. I wanted to ask her if she could retrieve my stuff, but I was afraid I’d annoy her. I wasn’t even sure whether it was possible to get back into the tunnel or not, but Dad brought back the box of Jaffa Cakes, so I knew it was.
Then Dad and I went into a garden, but it was someone else’s. It looked like our current one, but its main feature was a small raised swimming pool. He expressed his jealousy towards people who could afford such luxury.
I had a very weird looking e-mail program and was trying to connect to the Internet through Demon to send and receive messages. But the number didn’t work. I planned to e-mail them (how?), but I knew there was no point in doing so on a Saturday when they wouldn’t be open.
