I wish I could get a seat on the tube...I hadnt eaten that entire bag of Maltesers...I could meet a man whose hobbies include washing up & monogamy... Heather Hamilton is always wishing for things. Not just big stuff
- like world peace or for a date with Brad Pitt
- but little everyday wishes made without thinking. With her luck she knows theyll never come true... Until one day she buys some heather from a gypsy. Suddenly the bad hair days stop; a handsome American answers her ad for a housemate; & she starts seeing James
- The Perfect Man who sends her flowers excels in the bedroom & isnt afraid to say I love you... But are these wishes-come-true a blessing or a curse? & is there such a thing as too much foreplay?