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Some interesting conversations yesterday, including a nice one with Bro re Alice Jane.

'Why are we interested now,' he asked, 'when we weren't before?'
'Because she had a guardian then. Now she has no one.'
'Her mother has a huge family. She will have arranged something.'
'Probably.' I conceded.
'AJ can't stand you. She preferred my boyfriend to me, and she preferred me to you,' he pointed out, 'she's a grown woman, she'll be in the social services system somewhere, and the last time we saw her she had four carers. What do you hope to bring her? How involved do you want to be?'

This was harder to define. I don't want to be her guardian though I'd certainly advocate for her if she was in a situation inimical to her health and happiness. But really I just want to be sure she's not a missing person, cos right now, according to public records, she might as well be.

'You're not doing this cos she's our half-sister,' Bro said, 'you're doing this because you would do it for anybody. Because you're basically ethical.' Basically ethical! At least he's moved on from calling me things like 'beautiful beast' and 'frankly monstrous'!

Dreams followed. I was in the car with R driving as he tried to squeeze us between a lorry and the kerb, but there was something there and we crashed right into it. Blackout. Then we stood there unharmed, R smiling at me. We had to take off before the police got there, even though we were the only casualties. But somehow we were just fine, despite the car being totalled.

Cut to an American style country house,lots of wood everywhere, my Aunt F's house (though not!) where everything had a purpose and bottles were filled with jams, oils, potions. It was a pleasant place full of people. There was a tiny mini house right beside the steps leading up to a side door. I pulled out what seemed like a slat in the side of the mini-house and out came bees. A hive of course! They swarmed a bit and I saw a very big one identifiable as a queen, but they all settled down quickly. I was surprised that my aunt kept bees so close to the house itself, but as they all seemed chilled, she clearly knew what she was doing. Turned to observe someone dressed in dark colours crossing the lawns and walking towards the house, and one of the dogs took off to check the visitor out. Cut to the interior where R and I were packing to leave. I had no idea where we were going.