Friday evening

3 glasses of wine, some coq au vin from the freezer that didn't appear to have any coq in it, watching The Best of Glastonbury.
First up was Arcade Fire - I sat there mesmerised, riveted to the settee. I had an empty tub of Greek-yoghurt-and-honey-ice-cream on my lap; an empty teaspoon halfway from my mouth, and I didn't move until the song finished.
Actually, to be precise, just before the song finished, Si grunted "well I don't know why they are on the BEST of..."
I turned to him in disbelief. It amazes me that we are still together sometimes.