I dreamt about Beggy!
She'd been invited to some kind of holiday village place for the day, a bit like centre parks I suppose, and for some reason I was there with them. I'm not sure how we knew each other, but we didn't know each other well.
Most of the morning she'd just had her phone out doing bits and bobs for Instagram stories. Some pics of the view with Justin Bieber Holy playing, and some eye
bleeping.
Then we had lunch, it was quite early. She was telling me about how she was eating really healthily, but then ate the boys leftovers of Mac and cheese and mash. No one said much while they ate. Boys had hot chocolates.
Eventually Steve and the boys went outside. It was pissing down. We were still sat at the table. Her camera was on its tripod over in the corner of the cafe, not being used, and the cafe had started to fill up.
The owner came over and was asking Rebecca when she was going to do any filming. That she'd given her the best table and an early lunch shot so she could get footage without lots of other families with their kids in it. That she wouldn't have bothered with her VIP free entry and paid for meal had she known how little Rebecca would actually film. Rebecca sat there looking mortified, but rolled her eyes when she left and mumbled something like 'oh well, as if I give a
tit, what I'm doing will do'.
She got up and bent down to collect her camera and things so we could leave and her whole arse was hanging out. She was wearing a brown jumper dress with nothing underneath and her knickers were up her arse. Other parents noticed. I told her that I'd have probably put shorts on underneath.
I asked her if she was going to film the boys and Steve doing some of the muddy assault course type stuff they had there while the weather was bad and she said she'd forgotten the boys coats so no. They were wearing those matching cream knitted jumpers. I was thinking how stupid it was to come to an outdoorsy place like this and not bring waterproofs. I asked about swimming, perhaps, and she was telling me how Alfie loves telling people he can swim, but he can't and she says 'ok Alfie, ok' in a proper sarcastic mocking way, like she's taking the piss that he thinks he can swim and he can't at all.
I was thinking about how I was going to tell you guys about the day without her knowing it was me that was a member here.
Then my alarm went off.
Oi, Steaver but your bird a thesaurus for her Xmas will you, there’s a good fiancé.
Anyways get cracking beaver you’re well overdue a new bathroom SUITE...probs be able to remove most of the tiles with your teeth mate! Save a few Bob! 
