MindReader and I are spooned in bed, watching Masterchef on Larry the Laptop.
Somebody annoying has just won, but as he rings his wife to tell her the news and she screams, I roll over and sob into MindReader’s shoulder anyway.
“What would I say?” I say into his t shirt. “If you rang me when you’d won MasterChef? Give me your best one-liner?”
MindReader smiles and thinks for a moment.
“Where’s the remote?” he says finally.
