ramblinonanon

No bogies last night, but vivid dreams! I can’t remember anything about them now, except that they were vivid.

Odd that I can remember a dream I had towards the end of the second world-war, not that I knew then that the second world war was still raging, I was four years old. But I can remember being with my mum in Victoria Park, we were sitting on a park-bench. It was dark under the big trees and the sky grew darker. There was a brilliant flash of lightning, I don’t remember any sound.

Not much of a memory but it’s been with me all these years.

Now I can’t remember what I dreamt about a few hours ago.

Yesterday a small parcel was pushed through our letterbox, one amongst many at this time of the year, it was addressed to Ida and me. We took no special notice of where it had come from and opened it up to reveal what looked like a small screen — about 100x85x5mm in size, two cables with a standard USB at one end and a mini-USB on the other end of the black one and a USB type-C on the white one. When connected to a laptop, the screen lit up. There are also five small ‘pads’ of what feels like photograph paper in the box and a small, stick-on panel of incomprehensible instructions.

In the later days of my army service we’d have called the bomb squad!