I need to stop eating cheese for supper - had another weird dream last night, in full colour.
I woke up this morning convinced that Pip Schofield is/was my biological father. . .
I've never met my real Dad, the dates fit, and Pip is a good-looking, greying, clever fella - a bit like me!?
Nooooo - it cannot be true, it's just not possible. . . he's probably not even Old English, I bet he thinks he's a New Man.
I'm off for a kip to avoid watching 'This Morning', catch u soon, xx.
