I wake up some time after 10am, to find myself alone in a strange bedroom with a terrible sense of foreboding. I listen out for voices, but I can hear nothing apart from waves breaking on rocks.
It occurs to me that I am in Greece. Outside the bedroom I find a set of open doors framing a sparkling sea. Beyond them is a small balcony. Somewhere below it, I can hear my wife amusing people. She is deploying the special, highly inaccurate accent she uses to imitate one of our children.
