Had a dream last night where the actor David Tennant was staying at our house. He was staying in Mother’s bedroom while Mother was in the spare room. In the morning, Mother and I brought him breakfast in beed and gave him a card and a present as a thank you for staying at our house.

Later on he went into mother’s room to change out of his pyjamas. I heard him in there, so I started playing songs by the Four Seasons loudly in the hope that he might like them and start singing along. He didn’t, but that didn’t stop me playing them.

After a while he left and I was faced with a problem: my teeth had become twice the size. My mouth was all swollen and I could barely talk. It looked quite funny but it was very irritating. I don’t remember if I fixed it, I don’t think I did.