Fragments of one of last night's dreams keep coming back to me.

One fragment in particular.  There is a lot going on, but I am looking under the 'fridge.  It is the old gas 'fridge we used to have at home, when I lived there - with plenty of room under it.

And there a whole white fish lying under there.  Flat, but large.  It's a Brill.  (In dreams you just know).

It must have been there for days yet it is not smelling, let alone rotten.

This seems particularly significant.

After posting his, I remembered that last week my mother told me about a dream she'd had, about a fish rotting