Husband didn't arrive home from Reading last night until about 8.30, after I'd returned from circuit training. I'd started - and Younger Son had finished while I'd been exercising - making a curry for dinner. Husband, tired and grumpy, flopped in front of the television. I said to Younger Son, 'We'll have our dinner on trays.'
Younger Son was indignant. 'No, we won't. We'll sit at the table properly to eat it.'