My husband has been my husband for the length of time that means I can tell what he’s thinking so precisely there may as well be words in a thought bubble floating above his head.
This is why I’m totally certain of what happened when I informed him of a decision I’d made this week, despite him not uttering a single syllable in response.
He was long aware I’d refuse to have anything to do with this World Cup, because I refuse to have anything to do with all World Cups, apart from moaning when endless football is on telly every day for the 600 years they go on for.
