They were both reading: she was browsing Women's Health, while he was deeply engrossed in Golf Monthly. Suddenly, she broke the silence.
"It says here that couples who share the housework have much better sex lives." She didn't look up.
"Hmm?" He didn't look up either.
"I put the dishes in the dishwasher." He didn't reply, so she continued, "There are still pans to wash."
"Hmm?" No more.
She sighed, stood up. "I'll deal with the pans, then I'm off to bed."
"Goodnight, love," he said, eventually.
"Goodnight," she called back, then added more quietly, "Might be something in it."
"It says here that couples who share the housework have much better sex lives." She didn't look up.
"Hmm?" He didn't look up either.
"I put the dishes in the dishwasher." He didn't reply, so she continued, "There are still pans to wash."
"Hmm?" No more.
She sighed, stood up. "I'll deal with the pans, then I'm off to bed."
"Goodnight, love," he said, eventually.
"Goodnight," she called back, then added more quietly, "Might be something in it."
