I felt dazed. Next came the smell of singed flesh – my arm was burning
On 5 September this year, I was at home in Abingdon, Oxfordshire, playing a game on my PlayStation, in which you are a stray cat exploring a city. I didn’t think a rainy Monday night would get any weirder than that.
Thunder crashed in the distance as I sat on my sofa. Rain was pattering on the windowsill and a cool breeze blew on to my shoulders from the open window behind me.