There was wind and rain howling all night which must have woken me up a couple of times; which means I remember a dream, although I don't think even the weather could be expected to cause such a terrible nightmare: I dreamed I was back at my old office; the building was absolutely the same but none of the people were. It appears I was a smoker in the dream, or at the very least pretended to be when the cute new guy at work offered me one. It was near the end of the day, no more than half an hour left to go so we were all relieved, until a woman who'd been out in a meeting came back in a hurry. She told us we needed to get back to our desks urgently because Adele was going to arrive and do a private performance for us. Apart from this one woman, everyone else was as suitably horrified as I was that we'd not only have to sit through that, but might not get away from work on time either. I want to say Adele was going to sing from her new album Don't Take It To The Chorus but I don't think my subconscious is quite that witty and suspect that was just something I thought of when I woke up.