So John, a Minister in the cabinet was telling me how being a Minister you have to look and think outside the "cabinet" across me on the bed and four pieces of bread were squashed on the coffee table next to my bed under the bloated head of a senior minister who laid his head on them after interjecting in our conversation as he placed his body on the edge of the bed, head on the table and at that moment John morphed into Gwen Stefani sheepishly made derisive eye contact with my dead eyes. I woke up moments later.
I remembered to put my sleeping socks on after dinner, Guinness, Famous Grouse and two pain relief Methyl Salicylate, Camphor, Menthol, Tocopherol Acetate patches on my stiff shoulders before i murder my consciousness with a graceful perfect 10 flip onto the bed.
" You better wash your feet before you go to bed or you'll have a terrible nightmare! " i forgot about this.