'Let's watch a romantic movie', he says.

'Oh yes? Why?'

'To spend the evening together.'

'Which one?'

'This evening.'

'No, silly. Which movie?'

'Sleepless in Seattle.'

I consider that. I like the film, but it will bring on all the wrong feelings. I desperately need to sleep tonight. No pun intended.

'I am not sure.'

'Then let's have a baby.'

I choke on my water.

'You have never wanted to have a baby with me. You "endured" our boys', I say, matter-on-factly.

'But I know you want one.'

'That's never stopped you from saying no.'

'I have changed my mind.'

'So have I.'

He stops and looks at me in a funny way.

'Besides', I add, 'that would mean, you know, having sex.'

'God forbid', he says, sarcastically.

'I don't want another baby.'

'Since when?'

'Since I decided to do some paid work and earn some money. The monthly column I write is a start. Or I could concentrate more on the cookery classes.'

'So, no new baby.'

'No. I'll watch Sleepless in Seattle. And do the ironing.'