Pillow talk last night went something like this:
Me: what sort of gun could I get hold of, if I really wanted to?
Husband (who knows about such things): that depends where you were and who you knew.
Me: No underworld connections. Just a normal, middle-class person, in a normal middle-class town.
Him: Probably just a shot gun.
Me: Could I conceal that in a rucksack?
Him: Not unless it was a sawn-off shot gun.
Me: Damn. Would it fit in a cricket bag?
Him: Yes.
Me: Perfect. Night, darling.
I wonder if he sleeps with one eye open?
