I have a confession to make. I had an “anxiety dream” last night. Babs was in it, and it was the stuff of nightmares.
I’d somehow befriended her at a slimming world group, and for reasons known only to my brain, myself and Philip Schofield had been invited round for Fajitas. Philip Schofield spent the entire time trying to get it on with Stephen (including twerking when he was trapped in the corner by their smeg fridge and table) and I choked on a bit of pepper out of shock. Babs rushed in to give me mouth to mouth and I will be forever thankful for waking up before she got near me.
I have never been more sure that lockdown is getting to me than I have with that dream. Send help.
I’d somehow befriended her at a slimming world group, and for reasons known only to my brain, myself and Philip Schofield had been invited round for Fajitas. Philip Schofield spent the entire time trying to get it on with Stephen (including twerking when he was trapped in the corner by their smeg fridge and table) and I choked on a bit of pepper out of shock. Babs rushed in to give me mouth to mouth and I will be forever thankful for waking up before she got near me.
I have never been more sure that lockdown is getting to me than I have with that dream. Send help.