I'm not a good sleeper at the best of times so it's not particularly surprising that I didn't sleep too well in a different bed (actually I was only really bad on the last night, probably 'cause I was thinking about getting up for my train in the morning.) So once I got home last night I was pretty knackered. Apparently so much that even when I was asleep, I dreamed about sleeping.
Obviously still thinking about going out for walks with Alex and the girls the last couple of days, I dreamed that we were taking them for a walk in a wooded area. We walked up a path through the trees, Alex and Evie going up ahead, Florence lagging a bit behind, and me staying well behind. I told Florence to go up to her mum and I'd catch up with them, and even as I was still walking, I started to doze off. Meanwhile, presumably because everything was looking a bit sensible so far and it needed that crucial WTF element, a large crab was scuttling along between us all up the path.