I found myself walking the streets of some town – Park Street, the High Street and Laburnum Avenue – it could have been England; but no people, no traffic, no traffic signs. Where am I? I stopped in South Street in front of number five. Why this place? I walked straight in.
“We've been waiting for you, waiting too long, Michael, where have you been? Once you start something you have to finish it. Are you a writer or aren’t you?” It was a young woman who spoke. A smaller version of this woman entered the room, sprang into my arms, wrapped her legs around my waist and licked my face.
“OK, play with Betty for a while and then you can get on with it. And what the hell is a socwok?” I knew the answer to that. “Social worker! She'll be here in an hour. I'd better have my fun with Betty before she comes.”