A couple of hours later, and guess who’s sat on the sofa all cozied up in an XL knitted pullover that looks a lot like the one I bought last weekend…” But it’s cooooooollllldddddddd.”

Folding into a train/bus/car for a three hour journey is a nightmarish prospect, but my shorter significant other always manages to make any public transport seat look like the comfiest place on earth. She’ll curl up and make herself a snug little nest and ask if I’m alright with my knees up by your ears – yes, brilliant thanks; couldn’t be comfier. I’ll look around longingly at the empty seats I could be sprawled across, but of course, she wants me to sit next to her so she can sleep on me…

