Don't mess... unless supply chocolate

I'm not a happy chicken today, hubby woke me up this morning at 7am (hello it's a SATURDAY). Then I remembered my horrible dreams, I had been reading the last part of a pregnancy book and I had a nightmare that bump was born and no-one helped.
The midwives walked off, no milk arrived, the Don was nowhere to be seen and my mother had gone on a 3-month holiday... the hospital looked like Brighton General Stroke ward (v. old) and people keep walking into my room and taking my stuff. Baby suddenly grew to the size of a 2 year old and wouldn't listen to me and did whatever it wanted (a real hell child!)...
Nasty dream!!
The Don had been dreaming all about pricing jobs and apparently had been calculating all night... I personally would prefer the calculating dream...

Anyways the Don has gone off to do manly things with his brother and I'm looking longingly at the bed...
I must be strong and not succumb to the fluffy duvet and finish off some work so I have the whole bank holiday weekend free ---- huzzah!

I'm off to the property later but have to walk to it (about 35 mins), which will do me some good. I hope it just stays sunny...