Last weekend, Steve and I built a bench together.
It looked like a pretty straightforward bench - it was a pretty straightforward bench - but it took us an hour. We were in the garden and his parents were upstairs, drawing with the kids.
It was the first time we had done anything, just us two, for almost exactly two years, and it felt a bit like a date.
Oh, we sit on the sofa next to each other, some evenings, and watch box sets on Netflix, and that's nice. Sometimes we watch films and have a glass of wine and eat some sort of secret grown up dessert, and that's even nicer. But there's something different about doing A THING instead of passively staring at a screen.
I'd forgotten how nice it was.
On Tuesday, instead of watching whatever-it-is-we're-watching-just-now (I've thought and thought and I honestly can't remember what it is), we played Exploding Kittens.
I'd forgotten how nice that is, too.