Chris and I were talking in bed this morning (we do most of our talking in bed) when he suddenly had the urge to lean over and kiss my stomach; as he did so, something pricked me and I jumped.

“What’s up?” he asked, just as alarmed as I was.

“You pricked me,” I answered, “It must have been your stubble.”

“But I’ve had a shave this morning.”

“Well, then it was your hair .” (He has got very thick strong hair with a will of its own!)

I thought of the anniversary card that my old school friend, Sally, had sent us recently, which depicted two hedgehogs cuddling and drinking champagne.

“You’re like one of the hedgehogs in our anniversary card,” I added.

Chris laughed and said:

“I just thought you would like a cheap quill!”