green jacket, red face

I had a very strange dream last night, possibly because I sat up til 1am watching golf with Ted, and ate an entire Sainsbury’s cheeseboard. In my dream, I was playing in the US Masters, and when it finished and everyone had gone home, I was having sex with a blonde waitress on the 18th green. Suddenly, Philippa came walking over from the clubhouse saying “What the hell are you doing? You told me you were popping out to watch golf. I’ve had to chase you all the way to Augusta and this is what I find when I get here? Is this any way to treat your fiancee?” I felt so guilty when I woke up that I told her all about it. Now she thinks I really have got something to confess to, and that I made up the dream as a way of bringing up the subject of infidelity. I swear relationships would be so much easier if women weren’t involved.

RC 11-4-11