n my dream you and I were at the railway station in Southall

We were due to catch a train to Paddington

And then you disappeared leaving only a carrier bag of clothes for me to wear

As I looked for you I was approached by two tourists who were great fans of John Lennon

They asked me where exactly he died so I pointed to his photograph that was hanging above the main entrance

I was still wearing my PJS and was looking for somewhere to change when I noticed that all my clothes were tangled together

The loos were closed for maintenance so I sat on the platform trying to untie my garments

But my efforts were in vain

A member of the station staff who looked like Glenn Close asked if I had purchased the newspaper from the bookstall as requested

I said that I had not received a request to purchase anything at all

She said I was lying and said that I could not change on the railway platform

John Lennon is sitting next to me in the waiting room

He tells me that I stink but wants to know where I got my finally black tee shirt from

It might be rank man but it is oh so fashionable

 

I tell him that it was a gift from my daughter and that I have two

He asks me whether I would swop it for his Glenn Close tee shirt noting that we are almost the same size

John then leaves shortly after I warn him about the Dakota Apartments

We are now on the train

The two John Lennon fans are sitting opposite us

I tell them that he was not shot in Southall and that they had wasted their trip

They smile but do not believe me

You ask me where I got the Glenn Close tee shirt from and I tell you of my meeting with John Lennon

You smile but not believe me

The virus has made you delirious my love but now you must build your strength up as the big game is tomorrow afternoon

 

I then realise that I have left my Star Wars PJS on the railway platform in Southall

You tell me that it does not matter as you have purchased a pair of Blade Runner PJS for me to wear and that our daughter is sending another finally tee shirt in the post

Our train stops at Ealing Broadway and I watch the Heathrow Express as it thunders through the station.

I catch a glimpse of Princess Leia and try to warn her not to fly but my mobile has no charge and the electrical sockets on the train have been vandalised by a group of festive drunks

Tears begin to drop from my glazed eyes as this dream has been all too much

You touch my frozen fingers and warn me that December is indeed the cruellest month