I wouldn't normally bore others to death recounting my dreams (I'm not that kind of person) but the one I had this morning has disturbed me sufficiently enough to break my normal rule of thumb.
Me and DH were doing the cricketer <a class="break-all" href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=cartoon+ian+botham&hl=en&biw=1146&bih=718&tbm=isch&tbnid=11nsyFZwX9AzMM:&imgrefurl=www.theimagefile.com/%3FAction%3DVF%26id%3D6055068402&docid=3qzknGh384mgzM&w=420&h=336&ei=N6tXTuLKHIen8QOFvsDCDA&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=327&vpy=136&dur=453&hovh=127&hovw=159&tx=124&ty=102&page=1&tbnh=127&tbnw=159&start=0&ndsp=24&ved=1t:429,r:7,s:0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ian Bothams (he's on the left in the piccy) hair (which actually was really nice, very long thick spirals) and I was stood in front of him and he admired my breastage area and then had a bit of a grope 
WTAF?? 
I've 'fessed up to DH, but he's not texted back you don't think he's got in an arse about it do you?
I'm ashamed.
And now I've shamed myself in front of MN.
Please say it's all going to be alright.
And as you're here anyway...you might as well make any confessions you've got pending
g'wan, we won't laugh... 