I want to be in my favourite pub with Jen. Then I want to go to the cheap Italian at the end of our road and eat too much bread and too much spaghetti, drink two bottles of Chianti. I want to go home and drink whisky with her and dance in our living room and sing along to our favourite songs until the neighbours complain and then I want to fall into bed and fuck and go to sleep at one a.m. with her in my arms, too drunk to take off her make-up or brush her teeth. That’s what I want.
