Carl was on a late shift, so I was sitting at my kitchen table drinking an early evening glass of wine and deep in thought when Yvonne came breezing in through my back door.

'I've ordered those things we were talking about, Debs.' She said brightly. 'And a couple of other things as well.'

'What things?' I asked vaguely, trying to get my brain into gear.

'The things we were on about when I was here before.' She frowned. 'You know.'

'Sorry, I was miles away.' I told her truthfully, of course I knew once I'd got my mind working again. Sex toys were what she meant, sex toys that...