Last night I dreamt that Social Services had come to take bear away. Bear was wandering in and out looking fine and they were telling me he was fine. However I did have to keep explaining the strange men wandering in and out who I didn't actually recognise.
Then I was dreaming we had missed our bus stop and ended up in Norway (it seemed logical in the dream, could happen to anyone). We had a bit of a look round and then went to get the bus back and I couldn't find bear. He had gone missing and I was going frantic.
I was very relieved when the alarm went off.
We are about to start the two weeks holidays here. There are bound to be times when I am ready to wring his neck. I think I shall hold on to how I felt during those dreams and give him a tickle instead.