I am perfect

I left Husband watching a comedy show on television last night while i went into the other room to play on the computer. I could hear enough to recognise some voices.

Today we talked about it in the car on the way to the dentist's.
'Daniel Scloss was on,' Husband said.
'And Milton Jones?' I guessed.
'Yes, and a Glaswegian comic in a suit.'
Glaswegian? I thought I heard that Liverpudlian comic.'
'No, definitely Scottish. But I can't remember his name.'
'Did he look as though he should be ginger?'
Look of bewilderment from Husband.

Later on return journey.
'Kevin,' I said.
Another look of bewilderment from Husband.
'The comedian. Was his name Kevin something?'
'Yes! Kevin Bridges!'
'I recognised his voice,' said I, pleased with myself for remembering his name.
'But you thought he was Liverpudlian?'
I shrugged. 'Liverpudlian, Scottish, I knew who he was.'

Between us Husband and I have almost a full brain.

But let me tell you what the dentist said. 'Perfect!'

He didn't even add '... for your age,' even if we both knew it was implied. 'Whatever your oral hygiene is keep it up.' I can do that.