Dreamt I was in the kitchen, here, cooking dinner for our friend Heather, who was no longer with Kevin, but Hal, the elder, from Catherine Cookson's A Dinner of Herbs, a British series. Ron was here, too. They were all sitting round the table waiting for me to finish their suppers which consisted of some sort of burger conglomerate, that is, chicken, and I don't know what else. Anyways, they were too thick, so weren't cooking. I was attempting to appease them with chili, but only had one can. Only two of the burners on the stove were working, and the oven door was falling off.
