It was so far outside his character that when it happened I spent the first twenty minutes refusing to believe it was happening.

He put them against the long wall with a gap between them of exactly the width of his own shoulders, because he had worked out that he would need to be able to stand between them at night.

The stroller took three weeks and a spreadsheet.

He looked at eleven of them.

He went to two shops twice.

He measured the boot of the car and then he measured the front door and then he measured the gap between the gatepost and the bins, and he bought the one that fitted all three, which was not the one either of us had liked best.

And I sat in a yellow room on a Sunday afternoon watching a man kneel on a carpet with an Allen key, and I was a queen.