The touchy plumber began his charm offensive yesterday morning and won me over in about ten minutes. He might now be more correctly described as the “touchy feely plumber”. Of course, he’s no ordinary plumber (as denoted by the recent tap fitting), you probably know that I refer to Chris, my husband and extraordinary tap installer (sh, don’t tell him I said that or he might get the hump again).

Earlier this morning, I was taking off my night things whilst sat on the side of the bed, and Chris, who was still in bed, had been watching me.

“Do you know that from behind you look like a guitar?” he said in a way that wasn’t really a question.

“A guitar?” I asked in mock surprise (because I had a feeling that I knew exactly what he meant). Nevertheless, I was eager to hear the compliment.

“Yes, a guitar has the most sexy, curvy shape…”

“But what about from the front?” I stood up and turned around.

Chris reached up and stroked my stomach.

“This is your solar plectrum – I could strum you there,” he said, “and string you along.”

“I take it you didn’t mean that I look like an electric guitar,” I queried.

“Nor, a bass guitar,” he said in a playful tone that made a bass guitar sound rather desirable.

After our little spat, I’m so glad that we’re singing from the same hymn sheet again. (Well, it is almost the right theme.)

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