Last night I had a dream about Hugh Jackman.
No, this is not going to go there. That’s what so bloody weird – let’s face it, in dreamland, you cannot be held accountable for what your subconscious does, and unless you are prone to talking in your sleep, there is absolutely no reason whatsoever that your partner has to know about it anyway. So here I am, with the buff, delectable Hugh completely at my mercy, and what do I do with him?
I take him grocery shopping.