Dreams mess a girl up

I really don't want to go back to work tomorrow. I had to use a day in lieu during The Great Snowfall of 2010 (Part II) so the 29th is now a Day at the Desk. Bleeeeurgh.

I had the most epic zombie dream last night. It really annoys me that I only have to mention zombies (or, in this case, remember just before going to bed that I still haven't seen the last two episodes of The Walking Dead) to be plunged into a relentless nightmare. It was your usual hysteria and zombies punching their way through windows, with a sequence wherein I was getting a shower just as an earthquake levelled the house and had zombies smashing in my windows. Boo! 

It was at this point that my mother came in and woke me up to complain about the 'phone line. Thank God she'd done that -  I was now free from zombies! Except I fell right back asleep and into zombieland.

I finally escaped by flying away by running on atoms (I dunno) and shouting 'fuck you, mofos!' as I did so. And then they started climbing any building upon which I landed.

So, on this grey, slushy day, I've been considering how awful the house is for a zombie escape route. There are all these unnecessary Victorian windows and easily-smashed doors. This house is giving me terrible anxiety and surely the dogs would only be a liabilty if we were trying to stay quiet.

As we went shopping in St Helens today, I was checking out places to rent. My mum was all, 'Ooh! That's a nice house. What about that one? That ground-floor flat?'

'No,' I said definitively, 'it has to be at least a first floor flat. That'll give me time.'

'For what?'

I didn't feel it prudent to explain.