I’ve had the same recurring dream since I was a child. I’m a passenger in a van, which being driven by a man wearing a duffle coat and we’re driving along a country road near to where I live and I ask the driver a question and he turns to me and he’s actually a skeleton. At this point I always wake up. My mum had two theories one was that the skeleton was actually my dad, who was killed when I was 6 and the other is a story my brothers told me to stop me going near a coal bing, they said the dead bodies of German soldiers were buried under the coal waste and if you disturbed them they pull you under to stay with them.
Sewing on Girl Guide badges, aaargh!!


