Who needs dream interpretation!

We won't comment on the fact that I've just woken from a TWO HOUR 'nap', and that therefore instead of the housework I had planned I've been drooling on the sofa! Instead consider the dream I just had:

At parents house. I'm in the bath and notice bits of plaster in my hair, I look up and realise that the house is falling down around me. I leap out and (fully dressed!) call it to my parents' attention. Things go downhill from there. Mum and I visit the room above and sure enough the floor is peeling away from the walls like a tinlid, if you go near it it gives some more and the whole house is becoming rather shaky. I'm trying to sort things out, to chivvy them along. Mum is overwhelmed by it all and is just sat in the corner and worrying about little things - such as the bedlinen. She then fixates on the idea Dad may have an affair. Dad on the other hand, is off somewhere being gay. Not in the nasty modern sense of the word, rather he is gathering sailor hats and costumes, becoming friends with John Barrowman (I kid you not!) and, when I ask him what he's going to do about the floor - ie call in the insurance people and get it sorted, he tells me that he has 12 men coming over to sort it out. "Builders?", "No, dancers." I push and push as to why he oesn't think of Mum, and get it sorted, he finally snaps and tells me that they have no insurance, as he didn't see this coming.


I'm sorry but could it be any more a transparent reanactment/representation of current events?! (Although, as yet, Dad hasn't gone the gay way!)

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( We went to the hospital today for Mum's pre-op assessments. I'm cutting most of it, but will leave the bit about the anaesthethist visible, 'cos he was a KNOB )

Then we saw the anaesthetist - who was an absolute KNOB. He talked to Mum as if she were a child. Patronising, condescending and with a smirk the whole time. That's when he bothered to talk to her, as most of the time he spoke to me about her. He used medical terminolgy the whole time - talking about things being 'emetogenic' and having 'anti emetic propertes' instead of just using plain english. Talked about the Axillary instead of the armpit and tons of other things I can't remember now. He could see she didn't understand, (especially as I kept reframing it for her), but even then instead of using the straight forward language decided to further illustrate his point by starting in on a computing metaphor - pointing out that her breast wasn't part of the hard drive of her systemic function, but merely a peripheral. Therefore not one of her 'working bits'. God he was a KNOB.
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I booked a ticket to go and see Paul in pantomime.

I guess I may look a bit silly going alone, but I needed something to look forward to, and something to cheer myself up. Ideally I was going to wait, and send emails and ask other folk, but I've been a bit paniccy today and ended up just buying. This doesn't mean I don't want to go with/see other folk, just that I went a bit funny and couldn't deal with not waiting, or you know, breath or anything.

I'm sure there are lots of tickets left!

I have booked a cheap hotel in the town centre (£29 a room - the ones recommended on the theatre site were between £60 and £240 a night!).

Starsky in panto - again!