So, we're sitting in a bar, my husband and me, chatting as you do about this and that. A companionable silence develops, we are relaxed, drinking our wine and watching the world go by. A hugely fat couple waddle past us, he wearing low slung football shorts revealing the hairiest and mightiest of butt-cracks, she giving us the benefit of a really good look at her pregnant, veiny abdomen as it balloons out between maternity jeans and cropped top, belly ring twinkling in the sunlight.
I look at my husband, the master of disparaging remarks, a warning gleam in my eye.
"Don't even say it".
"You know what I mean. You're such a snob. Don't even think it."
"I wasn't thinking anything, just going to say something along the lines that if you sit here long enough, all of life is here."
"Oh. Sorry." My mistake.