Little of worth but the bird

There is stuff to be done, I have to go out...and that's unfortunate as I am feeling distinctly unwell. Had strange dreams last night, a parrot wrestling with a rabbit outside Lewisham shopping mall. The confrontation was so fierce I thought the bird would gouge the bunny's eyes out but no; turned out they were friends and when I tried to stop the fight,they cuddled up together.

A dreadful man touching my behind, and not stopping when I told him to. I ran off to stop a child crossing a busy road and running into a forest, and he followed me, and told me he would come for me, that it wasn't over, that it was 'deep.' He took the child back to the others. An acquaintance opening a cupboard full of old stuff including my once favourite poster, Mucha's Star of the Moon. There was also lots of furniture there; he sawed some up so I could make pretty screens out of it.

Most of this is no great exploration of the psyche, rather a result of late night poorliness, but I guess there's a little bit of old anxiety there. Facebook provided me with relief for it, in a very delicate way:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCckcTHWqKw&feature=share