Dreeeeeeeeeeming

So last night I dreamt that Rob did a c-section on my eldest sister, under the Christmas tree, and everyone thought he should do me next, to save time. But I wasn't pregnant, I was just bloated, so my stomach looked huge - but I sort of thought it might be a good idea to get the section over with anyway.

To aid her recovery, my sister was having her youngest child cared for by someone else overnight, but her older two were sharing her bed as usual.

Right. Can I just say that Rob's method of healing a section would looks a lot nicer than the real thing sounds? He sort of waved his hands over it, pressed down, and it sealed. Clever Rob.