For better or worse.

There's some things I won't write about on here. I think my sex life is too much information for a lot of you (shout out to my family, here), so you have to put up with scintillating descriptions of the plants I have, and odd conversations that occur. You poor bastards.

As you can imagine, Matt puts up with a lot. A lot, bless him.

• I sing in the bathroom. And not just in the shower.
  
• I make dewey decimal system jokes.
  
• I need a certain amount of tea every day.
  
• If, for example*, I am sitting on the back of the sofa brushing Matt's hair, and then he gets up and the whole sofa goes over backwards with me on it, I will go on and on about "Oh, woe is me! My husband wants me dead!" for at least half an hour.
  
• I just persuaded him to try the fish vertebrae out of a tin of salmon, like I like to eat. I don't think he'll be forgiving me for this one.
  
  *'For example' meaning 'as happened last night'...