Last night I dreamt (yes I do that a lot) I was at a dinner gathering with pre-arranged seating.
There were little white cards to tell you where you were supposed to sit.
Slightly distracted by making small talk as I went from table to table, I somehow couldn't seem to find out where my place was even though there were plenty of empty seats and unclaimed white cards left.
As I stood milling around, chatting to someone, a host of sorts came up to ask me why I was not yet seated.
I told him I couldn't find my card, and I didn't know where to go.
His face widened into an expression of friendly incredulity, turned on his polished black heel and swept his arms in a flourish towards the empty seat nearest to us.
"Its right there!"
How could I have missed it? I walked over, and on printed on the little card sitting in the middle of my plate was 'Photographer'.
"Oh. I guess that must be me."
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