Kitten

It started out as a lecture on toilets. How the type of toilet changes with increased status or money until one actually reaches 'the throne'. We (who?) were in a showroom and there was a baby to be cared for. We decided not to put it in nappies but to swaddle it and allow it to wee as it wished. At some point I was told about making dresses using linen and given an old-fashioned paper pattern with no size markings for which I was very grateful. Then we decided to go for a walk (why?) and the baby turned into a kitten, a very pale ginger kitten that I could communicate with. We set off on our walk, looking for another blanket for the baby/kitten. We walked through a fayre with big old farming machines, all painted turquoise, until we came to a house. In the house I found a bed but no baby blanket - I wanted a yellow baby blanket. The kitten wanted to get down because it had wee-ed so much the swaddling smelt awful so I let him down and he ran off. I managed to catch him and had to explain why it was so dangerous for him to be out on his own. In the end I open a big deep drawer and put the kitten in there to play.

I'm not a neurotic mess, am I?