We watched a festive rom-com the other night. It wasn’t great. Before we started watching I went into the kitchen to carry out various, perhaps not entirely, essential tasks. The others waited patiently on the sofa. Daniel came to find me.
Him: Watching “The Holiday” is like going to mass.
Me (surprised, I mean wouldn’t you be?): Really, how is that?
Him: You’re the only one who wants to go but somehow you’re slowing us all down.
It’s another of my gifts.
