Mark is in the dog house again. He comes home from work late one evening, makes himself a tea and sits down for a chat with Martha.
‘You’ve not even noticed have you?’ Martha asks.
‘What?’ Mark asks, looking around anxiously.
‘Unbelievable. Completely unbelievable. I sometimes wonder why I bother.’
Mark thinks quickly: his very survival depends upon his response in the next few seconds. ‘Your hair?’ he ventures. ‘Your hair looks lovely. Really…’
‘The curtains, Mark. The new curtains. How can you seriously not notice the completely different curtains?’
Quite easily, Mark wants to say. But instead he slurps his tea and tries a winning smile. But it’s not that winning apparently.