“Ooh, which sauce to have with the cottage pie – mint sauce or HP?” He sighs. “Both”, I suggest selflessly, knowing full well both are vile but husband loves them anyway. He opens the cupboard and retrieves the HP sauce, then walks over to the fridge and finds the mint sauce. Stares at them both in his hands, lost. “What did you say? Mint! HP!” I roll my eyes. He stalls and rewinds. “Both!” He grins. “You said both!”
What I would not give to play that spool in his mind. It is all there, in case he ever wishes to use any of it.