writer's moll

Sometimes it’s a mistake to imagine your cosy coupledom means you understand each other. You establish your own special little euphemisms, but just when you think you know exactly what the other one means, the rules change and you’re thrown into confusion. It happened the other day when my loved one came home after meeting an acquaintance at a lunch and we had this bizarre conversation:

Him: Ann’s husband’s a banker
Me: Oh, why?
Him: I don’t know
Me: Well, why didn’t you like him, what did he do to annoy you?
Him: Nothing, I did like him
Me: So why is a wanker
Him: He’s not, he’s a banker, really.