Yesterday, Sweetie informed me that he needs at least one hour of silence in the mornings. If he puts on a monk's robe and takes a vow of celibacy, I may need to rethink our relationship.
"Silence?" I frown.
"One hour," he says.
"Does the hour start when the alarm goes off or when you get out of bed?"
"By silence, does this mean you won't be taking any phone calls?"
"No," he says, "phone calls are OK."
"By silence, does this mean you won't be turning on the TV?"
"No. TV's OK."
"As long as it's not Sting."
"So, basically, by silence you mean