Becky has been faffing around quietly in the living room for a couple of hours while I’ve been lying in bed, feeling sorry for myself and being a bit poorly. After a while I sort of forgot that she was here and stopped to listen outside the door. There wasn’t a sound.
As I lay in bed, and with all the might of my hideous voice, I sang ‘Baby love, my baby love…’, and literally within less than a second, she flung the door open and burst into the room, singing ‘I need you, oh how I need you!’, before leaping into bed.
Beat that for an entrance.