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I hear that some people don't drink alcohol on Good Friday, but I've just bought two bottles of red wine; one for my own consumption and one for the coq au vin I'm having for dinner.
I had such an odd dream last night. I was hosting some kind of party at my house, but I can't even really remember who was there. I'm assuming my friends were all there, but there were lots of people there who looked as though they were in their thirties, too. I know Laura was there, because I was cutting up some cheese and putting it on trays to pass around (ahem) and she answered the door to this random, fat woman in a long, black cloak. She let her inside my house, and when the woman said she was there to see my father, Laura sent her up to my room to wait for him until he got back. So I got pissed off at Laura, understandably, and kept shouting at her for sending this woman up to my room. I went up to throw her out, but when I got there, my door wouldn't open, so I had to force it open with a rolled-up carpet (which just conveniently appeared, presumably). When I got the door open, the cloaked woman was standing to the left of my door, holding a knife at her side. So I ran back downstairs and got everyone into my bathroom and locked the door, and was about to dial 999 on my mobile when someone (I'm not sure who) said, 'do you really think that's necessary?'. Then I woke up.
I had such an odd dream last night. I was hosting some kind of party at my house, but I can't even really remember who was there. I'm assuming my friends were all there, but there were lots of people there who looked as though they were in their thirties, too. I know Laura was there, because I was cutting up some cheese and putting it on trays to pass around (ahem) and she answered the door to this random, fat woman in a long, black cloak. She let her inside my house, and when the woman said she was there to see my father, Laura sent her up to my room to wait for him until he got back. So I got pissed off at Laura, understandably, and kept shouting at her for sending this woman up to my room. I went up to throw her out, but when I got there, my door wouldn't open, so I had to force it open with a rolled-up carpet (which just conveniently appeared, presumably). When I got the door open, the cloaked woman was standing to the left of my door, holding a knife at her side. So I ran back downstairs and got everyone into my bathroom and locked the door, and was about to dial 999 on my mobile when someone (I'm not sure who) said, 'do you really think that's necessary?'. Then I woke up.