I dropped round to see the students next door, who appeared to have moved their flat. I needed to talk to them about fireworks and trifle.
"Oh, it's you!" they said. "Come in, come in! We keep meaning to say how much we like your work. No, really we do. Excuse the mess, we're off out clubbing, which is why we're all ironing topless..."
And then I woke up.