I dreamt about the meeting but – guess what? – for some reason I was naked except for a handbag! Then Brian had left me at their office and I had to pretend that I was completely fine with being nude, but I was feeling more randy all the time. So I went to find some clothes but ended up getting lost in the building, and kept taking elevators to different floors that were always wrong, and then I somehow ended up on the tube, still naked, and it was getting more and more crowded and everybody was pressed against me.
And – guess what again? – I had to finish myself off when I woke up.
The real meeting was nothing like that (unfortunately!). I wore a suit (with blouse this time) because I wasn’t sure how conservative the client might be. They’re a PR company, though, and turned out to be pretty nice so I think they’ll give us the work.
I’m seeing Kieran after work tomorrow and already wondering what to wear. Or what not to wear…