I dream there is a party in my new house and there is a problem with chairs. The chair I want to buy for my new big table is plastic, too inexpensive and not comfy at all, but it looks good. It looks better than good. It loos amazing. There is a baby in the house, my friend's baby girl and lots of gifts. She asks me whether we give presents in my hometown to each other and I lie. I lie blatantly in front of her face. I say no. I have two bedrooms. The one fits my bed and the other my wardrobe. I wonder which one you will pick to sleep in when you come by to visit. Then I wake up. And there are no chairs, no party, no birthday gifts or babies. Just the pathetic realisation that you are not there.