But it was no dream. I wake up the next morning and it's still 2 0 0 7 . I still have shiny perfect teeth and bright chestnut hair. And I still have a big black hole in my memory. I'm just eating my third piece of toast and taking a sip of tea when the door opens and Nicole appears, wheeling a trolley laden with flowers. I gape at it, impressed by the array. There must be about twenty arrangements on there. Tied bouquets... orchids in pots... grand-?looking roses... “So... is one of these mine?” I can't help asking. Nicole looks surprised. “All of them.” “All of them?” I splutter, almost spilling my tea. “You're a popular girl! We've run out of vases!” She hands me a stack of little cards. “Here are your messages.” “Wow.” I take the first card and read it. 70 Oliviadarling girl. Look after
