CW, I think we are all guilty of that, letting H have space in our brains. Here's a daydream for you:
When H had his first A 8 years ago, after the break up, I daydreamed of going to her house in the dead of night, and writing the dreaded four letter C word in large letters, using dog poo, across her garage door. There was no street lamp in front of her house and it was dark. Had this daydream for years, and then she moved.
