It's 8.30pm on a gloomy November evening and I'm sitting on the sofa under a tartan blanket and wearing a pair of orange-lensed specs.My other half regards me with bemusement.A man who disapproves of paracetamol and plasters, Tim has lived through my audio-bathing phase, my steps-tracker phase and the notorious 2015 installation of our bedroom air-quality monitor, a period during which I informed him he should breathe out less carbon dioxide (could he, I asked, just tape his mouth in bed at night so I didn't wake up groggy with low oxygen levels?).
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