The car parks. The cane?

I woke up the other morning to find Cath, who was staying with us, standing next to the bed.

“Morning…” I mumbled, still half asleep.

“Morning! Sleep well?” she replied.

“Very weird dreams…”

“What about?”

“Car parks.”

I went on to explain. The girls from the boarding school had carried out a prank – taking all of the supermarket trolleys from the car park of the local Tesco to a Sainsbury’s a mile or so away, and leaving the Sainsbury’s trolleys lined up neatly outside Tesco. The staff of each company, arriving for work, were looking bemused…

“And did the girls get into trouble?” Cath asked, logically.

“I have no idea,” I replied sadly. “My dream moved straight onto multi-stories.” But in retrospect, I have no doubt that it would have been headmasterial canings all round. And, doubtless, for a considerable number of girls.