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 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 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; and she starts seeing James - The Perfect Man who sends her flowers, excels in the bedroom, and isnt 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?