You know how sometimes you develop an infatuation for someone who you never expect to meet? Maybe your mother had a thing for Tom Jones, or your sister liked Rob Lowe, or Sean Connery (not that any of this is true of my family). Well, for me it's Robbie Williams.
I don't know if it's because we eat later, or whether I'm just generally disturbed, or looking for escapism but I'm dreaming about Robbie on a regular basis. Nothing that would make your grandmother blush, but still the sort of dream you don't really want to wake up from.
I'm going to have to do something about it soon. Maybe I can print off a life size photo of Robbie's face and make a mask for Gigi to wear. Or maybe we should just move into a place of our own with some privacy and go back to being a regular couple...
I guess so long as it's only Robbie, and not a group thing with Tom, Rob and Sean then it's okay.
Don't send my any Freudian psychoanalytical comments.
However, if he ever turns up in the flesh then I might need your help.
Jenny
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