Then he’ll go full gay and we’ll get gayer and gayer together until one day we’re married and it’s ten years down the line and he’s still so committed to the dare with our fourteen children who often ask why Daddy C always goes to those strip bars at the weekends with the booby ladies and-” “That’s a terrible idea,” I cut over him and he looked crestfallen, like he’d really thought he’d cracked it this time.
