Last night I asked Steve if he thought we'd ever get divorced (I know, a bizarre thing to ask only four months before our wedding but, hey, unromantic as it is, these are the weird things I think of).
He pondered his response,
"No angel, I don't think we ever will."
A big smile came across my face as I imagined Steve and I as little old people getting afternoon tea (why I don't know as we don't do that now, plus, according to the Science Museum, I won't be the cutest of old ladies).
"I mean, I might consider divorce if you went really weird or obese"
I stopped, open mouthed,
"You would divorce me if I got fat?"
"Now wait, I was careful not to say that, I said OBESE. Like, I'd divorce you if we had to remove a wall of the house just to get you out."
I am silent.
Seeing my crossness, Steve continues,
"Don't look at me like that, I've seen you demolish a whole mozzarella steak straight from the packet."
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