A few weeks ago - just before the last week of editing 'Living with the Tudors' the movie - I had a very lucid dream about one of our main film characters, Danny the page:
I was in residence in my childhood home (though my present self in the dream) and seemed to be cooking Danny the most delectable fried breakfast imaginable - bacon, eggs, toast etc. - all served up to him as he sat, pleased as punch, under a patio umbrella on the lawn outside in the back garden!
Mr Freud (or your Tudor equivalent) please step up.
