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My husband and I are riding in the back of a car. Our friends <PERSON> and <PERSON> are in the front and <PERSON> is driving. <PERSON> asks me if it is always so difficult to raise girls and I tell him it is not easy. It seems like we are in England as it is cold and we all have coats on. I am wearing a heavy black velvet jacket buttoned up to the neck. (Nice jacket). We go into the house and walk into a country style living room and I leave my bag in front of the fireplace. The fire is lit and it is warm and cozy. We then go out to a large tented area which is set up for a big event (possibly a wedding) with many round tables with white tablecloths. I see a woman that I know (not in real life) and go up to her. She is cooking a tomato sauce type of thing with slices of tomatoes in it over a single burner (what is it with me and sliced tomatoes ). I think it seems odd for her to be cooking such a small amount when it is obvious that many people are expected. I then see a lot more food being brought in, in large metal containers. My husband is surrounded by a bunch of servers and he at a round table exlaining to them the correct way to pour drinks and which glasses are for which drink. They are all very attentive to what he is saying. I then realize that I need something from my bag and go back into the main house.