I’ve been sleeping with Beyonce…
I’ll give that a minute to sink in before crushing all our dreams…
My darling other half is far from a dancer by day (he kicks and screams if I so much as suggest he dance with me on a night out-and the scene just isn’t worth it) but by night he is the king of disco. Only problem is he’s asleep and I’m clutching for dear life at the duvet to prevent falling out of the bed. The instrument of torture he generally tends to use is his arse by sticking it out and reversing across the bed into my domain.
My sympathies go out to poor Jay-Z I can’t even begin to imagine his troubles!
