Mr B has been at it again – sleeptalking! At the weekend he woke me up with the following:
Mr B: We need to get the Pink Panther
Me: We need to get the Pink Panther?
Mr B: Yes
Mr B: Because he’s the best
Me: Right… Goodnight
As per usual Mr B cannot remember any of this!
And I have apparently been getting in on the act too as well! I had fallen asleep on the sofa one night whilst Mr B was watching some Match of the Day/Sportscene programme (aka boring sport) when I opened my eyes (while still asleep) and started to tell him off for something that he was doing (however I was mumbling so he actually couldn’t tell what was wrong) – to the point my eyes opened really wide and I nearly started crying! Mr B by this point had realised I was well and truly asleep so he knew that I didn’t know what I was doing, and then after a minute or so I then fell back to sleep. He’s still amazed that I don’t remember anything about it!