For some awful reason, the last month or so, I've become an avid worrier.

Whether it's my number on worry of money because my job may not be renewed in September, getting the DIY jobs in the house done or even second guessing myself on choices already made, each night I seem to wake in the night in a slight cold sweat. Last night was no exception...

It's probably because Girlpants and I spoke about when I should leave work - the outcome is leave it as long as viably possible mainly for the money but also to allow for handover of work. When finally winning some of the duvet back from the thief that is Girlpants, and I finally managed to settle down, I started to dream that it was August already, that I had just left work and was finally starting to relax around the house. And right at that moment, just like a nasty cold virus at the weekend, the cramps started, with the occassional twinge at regular intervals as you do.

Needless to say, Girlpants treated it like a conference and took it all in his stride, even stopping to make me a name badge. For some readon the character Kyle from Southpark needed to be strapped into his car seat which was a maxi cosi - the best on the market don't you know... before we set off to try and make our way to the local hospital via the quickest route possible. Which didn't really work as meanwhile, all the cars around me were going slow whereas the buses were ready to take everyone out. And everywhere around me was roadworks with the obligatory rather large road workers with trousers halfway down their bums, using huge evil drills to take up huge crevices of tarmac, revealing all underneath.

I dreamt that bump was not too large but I still managed to make it to the hospital and give birth in 4minutes 35seconds. Even with the length of it's tail which refused to break off. Slowly, I realised that mini-hd looked remarkably like a cat.

And in the background, I could hear a constant drilling, whilst Sir Alan Sugar then walked in and yelling at me that I was fired.

And as I woke up in a cold sheen of sweat, reaching for a glass of water, I came to the realisation that I really really do hate the dentist.