This blog has a tendency to be about my dreams and I'm not about to stop now.
Last night I dreamt I was Peter Andre and Jordan's nanny. We had all gone on holiday together and I was looking after the kids. But I kept making really catty remarks about her being a 'ho and wasn't able to bite my tongue.
I felt really bad and ran away. Peter was saying 'I can't have you saying things like that in front of my kids,' I said, 'I know, I'm so sorry, I think it's best I don't work you any more.'
He wanted me to stay but I felt guilty and left.
The End.
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