'I wish I could get a seat on the tube... I hadn't eaten that
entire bag of Maltesers... I could meet a man whose hobbies include
washing up and 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 they'll 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; and she
starts seeing James - The Perfect Man who sends her flowers, excels
in the bedroom, and isn't afraid to say 'I love you'... But are
these wishes-come-true a blessing or a curse? And is there such a
thing as too much foreplay?