In my dream, the kids were supposed to be back at school. They’d already missed one day, and were missing another because we couldn’t remember where they were. I was starting to worry but then I saw that they were playing on the street with other children. Relieved that the children weren’t missing I decided to take care of the recycling. As I was getting in to the car, a black Landrover pulled up and five lads jumped out. They wanted to sell me a loft conversation for £250k, I told them that the house wouldn’t sell for half that, even with the conversion. It’s not a hotspot. They agreed and we all went on our way.