Manny

Manny's a crack up. He was supposed to call me at 6.30pm and he's just called now, sounding dead tired.

"I'm a bit late, I know," he said. "What time is it? Is it too late for you to drive over?"

I'm going to bed to dream about his big brown eyes, his gorgeous smile, his beautiful hairy chest, and other bits of him that I'm sure you can guess.

His head asleep on my shoulder... that always makes me love him.

Sweet dreams, Man.