One afternoon this week I took a nap on the sofa and my next recall was of some small devilish entity chasing my arse. My night-time dreams are usually very holy and insightful but not always so much during daylight hours. It’s a chance I take when I am feeling lazy.

Thankfully on this occasion I became aware I was dreaming but my next move startled me more than the monster. I began singing “Bohemian Rhapsody” as loudly as possible whilst vigorously slapping my arms all around like a deranged swan in order to wake up to safety. It worked. And gave me a bonus laugh!