"Go on, guess," Sue-Anne giggled excitedly.

"Do I have to?" I moaned, sitting up slowly in my bed. "I have got the flu, you know."

"Please! Only one guess!" she pleaded.

"Harry?" I said- it was the first thing that came into my head.

"We don't know a Harry," she said. "Only Harry from One Direction and he is so cute. Oh, speaking of him, yesterday, I got this super cool mug..."

"I give up!" I yelled, not wanting to hear any more about Harry anymore. Whenever he pops up in a conversation, she can talk about him for hours. "Who is it?"

"It's that boy from 8ES, of course!" Sue-Anne shrieked.

"No way!" I cried, and started squealing in joy. "You are kidding me!"

Sue-Anne shook her head. "It's true! I asked his mate- Jack, I think his name is- and he said, 'Oh, Tom? He's left. Gone to London. He...' and I said, 'Okay, kid, don't tell me your life story... I mean, his life story. It so agitates me when people do that- ranting on and on and on!' I talked a bit more after that, but doesn't it annoy you, Cathy? I mean, they think everyone wants to hear what they have to say, but..."

"So, he's really left?" I butted in.

"Yep," she said. "Anyway, I get so annoyed by those people, because..."

I coughed, and thumped my chest. "Oh, spreading germs."

"Oh dear," she said. "Don't worry- I don't mind. I like missing school. It's so boring, with the teachers going on and on and on. I mean, don't you hate people who go on and on and on..."

"I... I need some sleep," I said.

"Okay, I'll go," she said. "Oh, and one more thing- doesn't it annoy you when people leave the radio on when you want to get to sleep? It's people just ranting on and on and on..."

I dropped down and faked a few snores, and she left. I felt a bit guilty for doing that- you know, making her leave, but she was getting on my nerves. I nodded off, without intending to, and had a weird dream.

I was with Sue-Anne walking to our next lesson when Joey Walding came in front of us and said, "I'm a cheese man!" and started turning yellow and smelling awful, and then he started breathing out cheesy breath which Sue-Anne sniffed and then she got up and said, "I'm a cheese man!" even though she's a girl and breathed out bad breath too, and then I had to hold my breath because everyone was turning into cheese monsters, and as my fingers turned yellow and I sniffed an unpleasent cheesy smell...

I woke up with my little brother's smelly socks on my face.

So, today I found out how surroundings can affect your dreams, and how bad the consequences are of sharing a room with your younger sibling.

When I was very little, I asked my mum what the meaning of life was.

Well, let me tell you, if the meaning is to have a chatterbox beside you when you're sick, or stuff belonging to your brother on top of you that you wouldn't want to smell, then blow me down.