I dreamt that I was at my nan's house (my nan on my dad's side) and for some reason here cooker wasn't working and I had to cook roast chicken for everyone.

In the end, I set the chicken up on the work surface and put a small metal burner, that looked like a tin can, underneath the chicken. I kept checking the chicken but it was taking ages to cook.

After waiting for a couple of hours I went to get my meat thermometer, and when I found it it was on the arm of a chair where my cousin, Heather, was sitting. She told me that she'd borrowed it to do her nails. When I picked up the thermometer it was all bent, and then I realised that whatever she had been doing with it had been so hot that it had melted the end of the thermometer. I told her that she'd ruined it and that she shouldn't use it if she was testing temperatures above 300ºC.

I took the thermometer out to the kitchen, although I didn't think it would still work. When I got to the chicken, someone had cut the wings and legs off of it so that only the breast and some of the carcass was left. My dad walked in at that moment and I showed him what had happened, and he said that Trish must have done it because it was taking so long to cook. He was really annoyed about it and went to confront her.

I was frustrated because I was sure the whole thing would have been cooked by that point anyway.