A works party. I am sat at a table I am not happy with. This has happened before. I am sat facing some kind of wall. Long benches, wooden table. The area has the feeling of some kind of huge wooden hut.
It is unclear if this is my current job or not. It has the feeling of Family Investments I worked at from 2010 - 2013.
A man is telling someone else he is in love with her. She is unhappy about this. I feel awkward overheating this.
Nostalgia for old nights out in the pub after work (remembering The Gloucester?). Not knowing what would happen or who would come out.
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