The Prime Minister’s secret wish-list includes, but is not limited to, the following:
- One of these popular video game consoles, where you control the bloody thing by jumping, spinning, and shaking and yanking your hands wildly all over the living room, accidently hitting your unsuspecting wife in the eye.
Why?
He would love to experience that feeling of being ten years old again, of course. And maybe, hit his wife in the eye, a few times, inadvertently, maybe.
- A dog, any dog, provided that the beast would learn fast to recognize his wife’s car sound and bark or something upon hearing it getting into the parking garage.
Why?
So that he would have the time to buckle up and clear his browser’s history before she walks into the room.
Why can’t he just get a dog?
His wife is allergic to all furred and feathered animals; a couple of years ago, she made the news as she went through a horribly loud pulmonary attack and fainted during the opening of a dog-shelter… Oh, wait a second…
- A trip to Las Vegas with his wife. This is where they had met, and it would be nice to stay a couple of nights at the same hotel where they had thoroughly spent their first night together, ah, that night!
Why?
Perhaps he would fall in love with her again. But probably because that’s the only hotel where there is a dancing pole next to the bed.
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