Another dream fragment, riding a railway or subway in Japan that suddenly didn't go where it was supposed to but up north. So we all got off at the station, which was in an old-fashioned department store with much wood and stone floors, and tried to get the elevator (wooden with old-fashioned cross-hatch expanding doors- have no idea what they're called) that would take us to the right platform to get to the right station but of course the elevator wouldn't come. And all this time I had the Patarilloish infant son of erm some kind of yakuza oyabun maybe that I was taking home to his father while he made age inappropriate snarky comments about my inadequacies, and I lost his stroller so had to carry him on my back in a sling, and finally with great relief got to where his father was but had to get one of the shopgirls? waitresses? secretaries? to point him out to me. 'That's him in the rose-coloured suit, so fashionable, as ever' but it didn't look like him at all.

Am dragging my feet on the Pratchett biography. Should just power through or else take it back unfinished and let someone else have it. With nothing else to read I've gone back to beavering my way through PMT 2, but early Ima Ichiko is unusual vocabulary. What's the colloquial meaning of grindng tea? Must have recourse to the web because wordtank and dictionaries alike fail me.