Possibly to apologise for the hormonal overload to which I’m being treated this week, my body chose to treat me with a dream featuring George Clooney trying to kiss me*.

Contrary as I am, I wouldn’t let him.

I’m not sure whether to be reassured by my steadfast sleeping commitment to my boy, or deeply disappointed in myself.

*This would be a first for me – I *never* hire celebrities for dreams, there’s way too much paperwork.