I was asleep,early start the next morning. Mrs T was watching TV in bed. I sort of woke and asked her why she'd put her "cold, clammy, hand on my cheek"?
Her indignant response was to tell me that not only did she not have a cold, clammy, hand; it hadn't been in my cheek. She then turned on the light,
On the bed head above my head, was one of those green visitors, pictured above.