It was a promising evening.

We’ve put the children to bed and they are fast asleep, unlikely to wake us much before 7am; we’ve seen a light-hearted film together and drunk some wine; babyfather’s been off work all day so it feels like a holiday. Now it’s bedtime, and something is in the air…

As he undresses and slides under the covers, babyfather meets my eye and smiles.

‘I know it’s been a long time, so don’t get too excited,’ he murmurs, ‘but would you like to squeeze that blackhead on my back?’

Yes, married life is finally back to normal.

‘And then,’ he whispers, ‘maybe I could do that one on your neck…’