I had a dream I was murdered last night. In my dream I was walking home from the tube, a route I took often when I lived in South East London. It was dark out but still early, about 8pm in winter I guess. And I was walking home and a man was following me and I was murdered. I woke up the next day and was like “ah, yeah. I guess that makes sense”.

Six women are murdered by men each hour.

It’s hard not to think about being murdered if you’re a woman these days. Weeks of back to back missing and murdered women in the UK and the US (and probably lots of other places too…