Lyn and I are in the process of buying a sofa. The one on which I am currently sat having become rather threadbare, we’ve decided to get a new one. Lyn being Lyn, she has connected her iPad to our big TV, and we are currently scrolling through what’s on offer on eBay. It certainly beats having to go to our local DFS. It also occurs to me that this is the type of mundane task all couples have to do from time to time: we have probably all seen devoted husbands following determined wives round furniture shops. I suppose this means Lyn and I are no different, except that our version has been updated a bit. Lyn is quite happily browsing through the hundreds of sofas on offer, with me chipping in the occasional opinion. Now, though, I better stop typing and return my attention to the task at hand…before I get told to ”come along dear”.