"Parallel lives, huh?" He was lying next to me in bed, looking at his phone.

"Hmm." My doctor has me on this breathing programme. To combat anxiety. I was anxious to block my husband out. Lips together, jaw relaxed, breathing low and slow.

I was also trying to block out the fact I had book club that night with 25-odd pages of the book still to go, my concern over the special treatment granted the agriculture industry in the Zero Carbon Bill, and what to do about my increasingly grey hair.

"Wait 'til you see," he said, oblivious to my

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