Dreaming

We were talking about dreams. The content of dreams cropped up. Mrs H claimed her dreams were often bizarre but never saucy. I declared that mine were absurd but I was sure that sex wasn’t part of the ethereal mix.

Mrs H quickly responded with “A man’s still a man... I’m sure your dreams are extremely grubby!”

“OK, if all men are sex mad, then perhaps you’ll rethink my dispensation request to countenance me going astray with bouts of wild sex should I ever be lucky enough to dance with a provocative young Russian dancer on Strictly?”

“Dream-on, Neville!”