Chris and I seem to do most of our talking in bed whilst we’re having our morning cuppa. I imagine that many couples do the same, or are we peculiar? Sometimes we discuss rather peculiar things, not that we think so, but you might do. Maybe it’s normal to wake up at five-thirty in the morning, while it’s still dark, and burst out laughing because you’re thinking about the funny film you saw the night before, which is what happened yesterday morning.

To think that we very nearly turned off  “Blades of Glory” within the first few minutes! Without giving away too much about the film (maybe you haven’t seen it yet), it’s a spoof about two singles ice skating rivals who are banned for bad behaviour and later team up to become the worlds first male doubles partnership in competition – it’s as weird and funny as it sounds, perhaps more so because one of the skaters is a chubby sex addict (Will Ferrell) and the other is an innocent former child prodigy (John Heder) who was adopted by a multi-millionaire.

Anyway, we enjoyed the film so much that we watched it again last night. Yet again, we awoke (not quite so early this time) and began talking about the funny one-liners.

Now it just so happened that our house guests were planning to leave early this morning and they had promised to come downstairs to our sector of the house to say goodbye; so when Chris came down with my cup of tea I asked him to leave our bedroom door open wide in order that we might hear our guests announcing their departure from the landing on the floor above (so we could rush out and say cheerio).

We were still running through what we each thought were the funniest lines in the movie while were up and about to get dressed. I was stood by our bedroom door.

“I liked the bit when the slave girl comes out from the sex addicts’ therapy class, and there were all the class members getting carried away in the background,” said Chris.

“Oh yes,” I enthused, “and she said, ‘Sex, sex, sex – what more can I say?'”

“‘That about says it all'”, responded Chris laughing (in the words of Chazz).

At that moment we heard a male voice call out:

“Sally? Chris? We’re about to go…”

Chris, still in his tee-shirt and lounger shorts, ran upstairs and I hurriedly put on some jogger pants and a thick sweat-shirt and soon joined them on the landing.

“Sorry I haven’t brushed my hair yet,” I said, suddenly realising that my unruly hair was still mussed from the pillow (and not unlike the style of “Shock-headed Peter”).

Our guests soon left and Chris and I looked at each other.

“Sex, sex, sex! What more can I say?” I repeated.

“That about says it all,” answered Chris and we both cracked up.