Stop moaning!

We went out for dinner tonight with Andrew and Jonathan from Malvern. Drinks in O'Connells (of course!) and dinner in Overwoods. It was a really enjoyable evening. Stephen (thinking it was still as mild as the weekend), had gone out without a scarf and was moaning that he was cold. Being a VERY good wife (and because I couldn't stand the whining for a second longer!) I felt compelled to relinquish my lovely cosy scarf to keep him warm. I am truly some kind of saint, am I not?