It’s 9 p.m., Fenella and I are sitting upright in bed, books in our hands, while our two boys Wilf and Ted lie between us snoring. ‘It’s called Primal Skin, by Leona Benkt Rhys,’ I reply. ‘It’s apparently the first ever Neanderthal–human erotica novel. It’s …’ ‘You’re reading porn in bed?’ ‘No, of course not. Well, technically yes, but …’ ‘You’re reading porn. In our bed. Next to our sons … Again.’
