A conversation at the Bangkai household during breakfast yesterday:
Wife: Did you know you talk in your sleep?
Bangkai: (Gasp! I could be in a lot of trouble here. I’ll go on buttering my toast and pretend I didn’t hear her.)
Wife: Didn’t you hear what I said? You’ve been talking in your sleep.
Bangkai: Er… really? (Surreptitiously searching for an emergency exit)
Wife: Yes, really!
Bangkai: I’ve been talking in my sleep? (Think fast, man! Think fast!)
Wife: That’s what I said.
Bangkai: I’m sure it was nothing – just the subconscious playing malicious tricks (Good! There are no sharp objects in sight).
Wife: It was nothing, my foot! You were bloody singing ‘God Save the Queen’!
Bangkai: (Phew!) Oh, really? I think we’ve run out of thick-cut marmalade, dear…
I know I think I was once a WWII RAF fighter pilot. But singing ‘God Save the Queen’ in my sleep? I must be one very confused Malay.