The first thing I said — without preamble, mind you — to Michael when I got up this morning: “And another thing I can’t stand about Rose Tyler…!”
He listened with the patience of a saint and hid his mirth behind his coffee cup. There was a few minutes of silence as we both checked how the world had fared while we slept.
Then he looked up and said, “Want to go test drive a Ferrari?”
We are destined to live happily ever after.
