In an unrelated scene in the dream, Cambridge was completely destroyed by a nuclear accident (or possibly a suitcase nuke, or possibly a nuclear accident involving a suitcase nuke). Noes!
Then I decided that the perfect solace for my misery was shopping, for dresses. Oddly, this was neither as difficult nor as traumatic as I remembered. Two thumbs up for Very Vintage, and I shall now not embarrass motodraconis at the ball. Oh, ellenlindner, I took your advice on the neckline.
On the way back I stopped off at Joella's and filled a tiffin box with pondweed for the pond. She has newts! Apparently they "just turned up one year".