On the beach with George and Holly, Husband bent to pick up a stick, turned back and fell flat on his face over a gigantic rock.
You would have been proud of me. There he was, spread-eagled, feet dangling off one end, chin almost in the sand on the other, and I didn't laugh. Not immediately anyway.
I played the role of caring wife very well. 'Are you all right, dear? That was a nasty fall.'
He was fine - although momentarily confused as to why he was horizontal instead of vertical - apart from a nasty cut on his leg so then I laughed.
And spent the rest of the afternoon spontaneously erupting into giggles every time I thought of it. These little pleasures of married life are what make it worthwhile.