I don't like Cheese and I don't like fruit.



I am visualising the fall and it's even funnier. In my visualisation he slides all the way down the Hill with his little legs in the air not stopping until just before Bradford Road. He then gets up with a big wet patch on his bottom and tears rolling down his ruddy cheeks. He then slips and slides his way back up the hill, picking up his dropped possessions along the way.

He's 5 yards from the car when ,whooosh, he slips again and is off back down the hill.

This happens repeatedly until 11.30am when he gives up and sits in the pub car park crying.

You then arrive, dressed as a French maid, with scones to console him.

Aroused by the smell of the scones I appear on the scene only to be aroused even more by the sight of you in the maids outfit. I offer you some cream for the scones when an electric guitar and some "wah wah" music strikes up in the background.

At this point I wake up in bed with a cure for my gout; a massive erection. Well it doesn't cure the gout but it keeps the sheets off my feet.

I don't get cheese scones???

I love the plain ones with jam and cream. Lush!

LOl - unfortunatley it was in the ginnel that he fell. He was walking to the post office. He came back and his trousers were all wet.

As for the rest of the dream...well I have the scones but I dont do cream. It is the spawn of the devil and nasty.

No, no, no.

We've been here before. That's spouts remember!!

Sprouts are lovely. However my friend has used two to make eyes for her snowmen.

I love fruit scones so yes, I'll accept the bribe.

Better use, i'd say.

Up until that point your version was both exciting and believeable.

Ok, will pop it in the post for ya.

Typo etc