Oh man - other people’s dreams are boring, but I need to vent.
In my dream I was moving to London - with one day’s notice. DH had decided we didn’t need removal vans, or even packing boxes, we’d just pop it all in the back of the car!
He’d picked the house too, and apparently it is in Cirencester, which doesn’t sound too close to London.
Oh, and we had decided our dog was too old to move home. So we’re just getting rid of him. Sob!
I woke up practically hyperventilating.