slemslempike | I am SO CROSS.

Last night I dreamt that Sean Bean was giving me a piggyback and jokingly said "fancy a shag" to which I said yes (obviously) and he was delighted (I think I was someone else) so we went to find a venue. The cottage we were near turned out to be full of my grandmother and her friends and family, the environs of the cottage which should have been very rural and full of helpful hidden places turned out to be built up and wet after the rain anyway, but we lucky found a hotel, run by McDonald's. They were full up for a wedding, but said that we could get a room for about 4 hours to "have a nap as we were tired from the plane journey we'd just come off". However, when they gave me the forms to fill in, they were trying to charge the room to the parents of the bride, and when I tried to explain and asked to pay myself, they accused me of trying to defraud them, even though I NEVER SAID that I was part of the bridal party. And then I woke up, so my sex dream about Sean Bean turned into ADMIN, and not the satisfying kind, the kind where other people's incompetence WRECKS THINGS.