Good to hear.

And we don't have so great a track record for other sorts of affection. Mostly involving us getting dead stinking pissed, him kissing me then passing out, and vanishing the next morning when he thought I was still asleep if you were wondering.

We fight, we beat each other senseless, we're all right again. Possibly not the most modern and civilised way of doing things, but it's how things are with us.

And I'm not planning on it. Already been shot the once.