- 6pm - Get in, make pleasantries with Steve
- 6.30pm - Argue with Steve over tea as I don't feel like anything in particular and the fact that Steve tries his hardest and comes up with a million options that don't appeal is obviously his fault
- 7.15pm - Eat tea
- 8pm - Fall asleep in the big chair while Steve watches TV
Momentarily I was startled. Was I already, in fact, asleep?!
Quickly I realised that it was in fact a certain Sir Steve who was quietly snuffly and grunting in his sleep on the sofa. This was an issue - I couldn't sleep now! No, I was now the responsible one; the one who was relied on to get us to bed at a reasonable hour; the parent who rouses their snoozing children and turns the telly off.
I did not like this.
And I knew, knew, that the only option was to wake Steve and head straight to bed.
Unfortunately I accidentally decided to fall asleep myself as well.
Which is why we both awoke in the living room, tv on, lights on, grumpy at 2am.