All I want right now is my bed.

I wanna be laying in that big king size snuggled under the duvet with music playing, or listening to Johnathan Ross on Radio 2.

Radio 2.

Shit. How old am I?

In a perfect scenario I would have the naked body of a guy next to me, or wrapped around me.

His head on my chest or vice versa and we would just cuddle for a while before getting up, going shopping and lunch.

All that wonderfull bullshit that couples do.

But alas, dear Binky, I'm at work.

Duty Manager.

For the weekend and no chance of a lay in until next Friday.

I know, it breaks your heart, don't it?