Him on the couch. Me on the couch. Before you start imagining stuff (!), we were watching TV. Which, as you know, is rarer than blue moons but well, there we were. He was also fixing my laptop and I was knitting a scarf I started 2 years ago. (Yes, by this rate I’ll finish it just in time to use for our future child. The second one.) So I said, do you mind unravelling this wool ball for me as I knit? He said, not a problem, and could you fetch me a cup of chamomile? And I said, ok and I’ll make myself a foot-spa.
And then it hit me. We’ve just fast-tracked our way to retirement! Oh dear!