‘You’d be amazed at how just twenty minutes housework would get you warm,’ Adelaide said.
‘Did you read that somewhere?’ the mister asked.
He was not, Adelaide thought for not the first time, the polite man she had married.
‘It’s also a good way to get the incidental exercise you need if you truly are going to stop yourself pudding on the pounds,’ she said scratching at eyebrows which had never, not once, ever been plucked.
‘I think I’ll put the heater on,’ he said.
‘Good idea,’ she said and reached for the cross-stich at which she was proving to be not very good.
And they sat in what was, for now, a messy, but warm, room and lamented the fact that Spooks had finished last week.