Herself was watching television the other night.

“I’m going out” says I.

“Where are you going?” says she without turning from the screen.

“I’m meeting a woman for a couple of jars.”

“That’s nice.  Don’t be late.”  She went back to her programme.

A good while later, I returned.

“Was she nice?” says Herself, still watching television.

“Who?”

“The woman you were meeting.”

“Of course she was.”

“Did you get them?”

“Get what?”

“The jars, of course.”

“I did” says I and I put the two of them on the window ledge.

“They’re lovely” says she.  “They’re different sizes.”

“The small one is for Best Humour Blog, and the big one is for Sandy.”

“I like them” says she, turning back to the television.

Coming from her, that was quite a compliment.