I grin. "I am as horrible as she is, but I'm better at it, the witch. Anyway, the wee ones aren't present and I'm in bed with my lover and she's heard these words from me before."

Satisfied with that, I kiss the tip of her nose and cuddle her.

"Oh, but I suppose I should be sympathetic, shouldn't I, Sarah? Her husband is a moron, her son is bloody apathetic and quite happy to do bugger all, and her daughter needs a leash or she'll be in more trouble than she is already." I snort. "Caught her trying to look up my kilt during the pub's anniversary night."

Oh. I hadn't meant to ever tell her that part. Not that it's a big deal, but she didn't need to know. Ah, me. Never mind. She's sounding more like herself again, so all's well.