I press play. Over the next quarter of an hour, an unbearable silence blossoms. ‘When does it get funny?’ my wife asks
I wake on Saturday morning brimming with uncharacteristic enthusiasm.
“Morning,” I say when my wife’s eyes open. “What are we doing today?”
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