Conversation between my husband and I the other day:
Me: "My mum's having Rory overnight on Wednesday."
Rich: "GET IN! Child free night." *does little dance of joy*
Me: "I know. It's been ages since we had one of those."
Rich: "Tell me about it."
Me: "So....you know what that means?"
Rich: "God. I'm going to be knackered on Thursday."
Me: "But it's OK, because you've got Thursday off work. We can go at it all night if you want."
Rich: "All night?"
Me: "All. Night."
Rich: *happy silence*
Me: "You know, if we're doing that we might as well make a night of it. I'll get a bottle and...you know...if you wanted to we could..."
Rich:: "You mean...?"
Me: "I do."
Rich: "You filthy bitch."
Me: "Oh yeah."
Rich: "Are you sure though? Last time we did that you said you didn't think you could take it again."
Me: "I think I've changed my mind."
Rich: "Bring it on."
So, it's a date then. You will be overjoyed to hear that tonight (for as long as we can stay awake) and possibly much of tomorrow morning, my husband and I will be re-grouting the bathroom tiles, and - if we're feeling kinky - replacing the bath sealant too. Steady now.