Y'know Bert, last night just before snuggling down to sleep I realised that I can let my thoughts wander where they will, I can go anywhere, do anything, be whatever I wish...
And, y'know, next thing I'd worked out an idea for a book!
Oh. That's good. Will it be a humorous book?
Oh no. I don't think so. The themes I'm considering are family, rural Ireland, betrayal and insanity.
So it's going to be an autobiography then?
No! Definitely fiction.
Any sex in it?
Hinted at. Although nothing passionate, it will be dutiful congress only. We're talking about Catholics here.