I’m waiting for a response from Sophie at the moment; she’s meant to be coming over today to help me out with a few things. So I thought, while I wait, I may as well write something in here 
After Sam left for work this morning I fell back asleep and had my first dream about the wedding. Ever. Up until that point I haven’t dreamt at all about it, which is somewhat… distressing? I think that’s the wrong word for it. I mean, I’m marrying the man of my dreams, and I haven’t at least dreamt about what was going to happen? It was a lovely dream though. Apart from a few things, like a pair of friends who talked during the ceremony… quite loudly so that it was hard to hear what the celebrant was saying. And the people who refused to congratulte us. But things like that happen in dreams… I know it was just my sub-concious airing out its fears. Looks likeI don’t fear that Sam will say no or something 
So, yeah…
I had more to say but I’m currently distracted. It can wait
