Tony Abbott sits up in bed suddenly, panting and covered in sweat. White as a sheet, he shakes his wife awake.
"Mildred," He says in a hushed voice quavering with terror, thinking so little of women that he still hasn’t bothered to remember his wife’s name, "I had the dream again."
"The one where the immigrant couple moves in next door?" She sits up and yawns.
"It was worse this time." His eyes are wide with terror. "This time they were immigrant lesbians.”