I daydream of a quiet bedroom with fluffy feather duvet and crunchy clean bed linen. It's the daytime, sunlight glows through the curtains. Like when I was ill as a child, admitted to my parent's bed, I am brought boiled egg, soldiers and Radio 4 is playing Women's Hour softly in the background. I slide down into this cool bed linen and driiiift.
Bliss.
Missy, I reckon you're due medicinal doses of that.