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haha. i didn't read any of the post either. nigella just leapt out at me, like she has done in many daydreams. she jumps out at me and makes me bury my head in her chest. then i pass out from the smell of woman and she eats my winkle dinkle in a sandwich. but she doesn't really eat it, she eats the bread but just licks the mayo off of charles (the name i call my winkle dinkle, and coincidentally nigellas real life husbands name). then she makes me a lovely dinner involving plum tomatoes and fresh basil, and we sit and watch reruns of happy days and rub each others feet, but not too gently because thats unbearably tickly, so its firm rubbing
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