We have a deep connection, my husband and I. We discuss the truth of life often and have been known to talk deep into the night about philosophy and the cosmos.

The same is true of car journeys.

Because we are connected on a higher level, sharing an understanding of things above and beyond the minutae of daily life, we don’t talk about the humdrum things while driving to a destination. Talk of traffic jams and idiotic drivers and delays due to neverending roadworks do not concern us.

No, instead we have chats like the one we shared today, on the way to a family meal in our nearby town.

Me: Everyone at work was laughing at me last week, because I said I’d happily break my leg for thirty thousand pounds.

NLM: Oh yeah? I reckon that’s fair enough. Thirty grand is a lot of money. I’d break my leg for thirty grand too.

Me (nodding vigorously): Yeah. You understand me.

NLM: Definitely. In fact, I’d staple body parts to a chair for thirty thousand pounds. My own I mean.

Me: Wow, really? I don’t know if I’d do that…

NLM (with a new light shining in his eyes): Hmmmm. I’d eat stuff too. For thirty grand, I mean.

Me: Like what?

NLM: Oh you know. Non-food stuff. Gross stuff. For thirty grand. I think I’d do pretty much anything that wouldn’t jeopardise our relationship or kill me.

Me: I’m not sure about eating stuff though. That’s actually really disgusting. Are we talking excretions? Like actual contents of a nappy, for example?

NLM: Uh huh. For thirty grand. I’d even eat the nappy itself. That’d sort our mortgage deposit out right there wouldn’t it? I mean, you’ve got to haven’t you. It’s for the good of our family. You’ve got to just suck it up and think of the money.

Me: Guess so. Still don’t think I’d eat stuff though. Not sure if I could do it.

NLM: Yeah well. We’re all different.

 

Told you. The intellectual nature of our discussion knows no bounds.