Huh...? Wha...?

I figure I've had 2.5 hours sleep in the last 36. I did a night shift last night, so as of this morning I'd been up for about 24 hours straight. Then I went to bed, had a serious of very odd dreams (fish were apparently swimming about in my duvet) which then crossed over into semi-waking dreams (whereby I started to try to undo the duvet to look for the fish) and then went into full-on night terror territory (thinking that I was going to flood the bedroom unless I held the duvet up in a particular way and that Mr Door would *literally* kill me if this happened). It sounds funny, but I was terrified. The flooding fear was there when I woke up an hour later and took about 10 minutes for me to shake off. I hate my brain. Can't even blame it on the codeine (which is the usual culprit) because I hadn't had any. Clearly the stress over the plumbing situation is having an effect.

Anyway, I would have tried to get more sleep except that I had stupidly agreed to go to a wedding fayre with my mum. She's a little obsessed right now, for some reason; Mr Door proposed 2 years ago and we still haven't set a date, so I have a feeling she's concerned about her health failing before she gets a chance to to the mother/daughter wedding stuff. She had me trying on wedding dresses the other day. I was skeptical, but in the end I had to resist the urge to do a runner whilst trying one on; I'd have gone for it, but the door was locked and I was wearing too-big shoes and an unattatched veil/tiara combo. I doubt I could have squeezed into my car in the dress, so my escape would have consisted of me hobbling down the street, clinging on to the veil whilst being chased by two irate shop assistants.

This afternoon, however, I just couldn't get myself worked up over chair covers and floral centerpieces. I don't want all that stuff, and I certainly don't want to pay for it. Mum is very generously buying my dress, but the whole 'father of the bride pays' thing has never been an option. I want a small but nice ceremony, and a cheap evening do. I have no intention of starting married life in debt. But things seem to have a habit of getting away from you, and next thing you're trying to think of 20 more people to invite so you can justify hiring the bigger, nicer room, which means you then have to feed the bastards. This is why I'm putting off thinking about it.

I wonder if I can get away with a buffet of prawn cocktail crisps and some mini sausage rolls...