David just said to me, Why don’t you write the history of our marriage to date? Isn’t he a bold and saucy fellow! And what would he like me to tell you? Is he expecting some kind of paean to his strength and fortitude? A paragraph or two on his warmth and love for our children? An ironic aside about his romantic foibles? Bastard. He’s not going to get any of that.

Or is he being serious, he wants a history? Doesn’t he know that marriage isn’t historical, it is the end of history, that once the marriage begins all is as it should be, and will be forever? I love you, I love you more, I love you always. Is that a history? I didn’t think so.