Wet dreams in the ageing: the female equivalent of wet dreams at least. Several times lately granny has dreamed of desirable suitors (at her age she should be so lucky..) all of whom she rejects, a little reluctantly sometimes, in favour of fidelity to Beloved; who is pleased when she reports this (she edits out the 'reluctance', of course.) Last night, though, after much difficulty in falling asleep she dreams of several still desirable ex-beloveds plus a new one or two, each very tempting briefly, not to say sexy - all in the end turn up with other partners: granny wakes melancholy. This dream, naturally, she doesn't report to Beloved. The melancholy passes, fortunately.

When do such dreams stop coming? Never? If Granny lives till she's a hundred will she still find them recurring? Does anyone know? Half of her hopes not; the other half, she must say, suspects she might miss them.

Today, appositely, Mr and Mrs Handsome are re-united. Mr H from B too has a sleepless night at the prospect and fails to turn up here this morning as promised. Beloved has to mend the new door, unaided- one part of the wooden latch had not allowed for strength of frantic cat and dogs in attempting to breach it. Mr H, ever solicitous of what he regards as his responsibility for Granny and Beloved, promises to come later, when he's picked up Mrs H from the airport, but they tell him, firmly, that his whole job today is to make it up with Mrs H. Which presumably he is now doing, no doubt with the help of Janet Reger bra and knickers he's bought for her. (Beloved snorts a bit at this; he does not understand the attraction of sexy underwear; granny's skin he says is the only underwear he needs to turns him on. Bless him. Just as well, though, doubt if Janet Reger or any other, no matter how expensive, would do much for Granny's caesarian scarred nether regions; no Cleopatra she: age definitely withers her. )

At long last Houdini cat seems successfully contained. Sunny: very. Threatened wind does not get up. Washing line permanently full - washing machine never stops rub-a-dub-dubbing; chair covers, sheets, pillowcases, towels etc busily scrubbing themselves for shortly arriving guests. Grannypxxx