Sigh.

The dreams, or rather, remembering dreams is coming thick and fast these days. Last night's was a little on the weird side. Without going into detail it involved JB asking me to be her gym buddy as she was getting beach ready. I refused, for reasons I can't remember. Cut to later when JB and KfW2 (who ended up being her gym buddy) are showing off their abs. Mmm... girls with abs.

This then seemed to segue into some kind of Pirates of the Caribbean adventure (complete with Jack Sparrow) that somehow involved zombies and machine guns.

Then I woke up.

Then KfW2 was in contact in work to let me know she wasn't going to make our work event tonight. I was disappointed. Today was chosen specifically because she had a babysitter, but as she's been running around this week after her eldest son (who's got no life skills), it was inevitable that she would work from home today and that would scupper her socialising.

But then she let slip that she and her friend downed over three bottles of wine yesterday and that she was massively hungover today and this, in fact, was the reason she won't come out tonight.

It's not often I'm actually angry at/with KfW2, but this is definitely one of those times.