Post-breakfast conversation in this house was in English.
Yesterday afternoon I wanted to email some photos and found that for some reason my laptop wasn't liking my camera, so went to my husband's PC to do the job and having succeeded, went through other emails and Factacular and posted here without thinking to log him out and not even seeing, until this morning what I had done.
Charlie Campbell is now outed as the person foolish enough to have married me and who makes me laugh most days of my life.
After I'd said sorry to him and showed him what had happened he said 'Oh yeah, I've looked at those things before.' Things? I think he means forums, and when I said to him that I often talked to him about what was being posted/what I am posting, he said he never knew whether I was talking about Facebook or something else. I love being married to him, he makes me feel like a genius tech whizz kid; I have heard him say that Twitter is the work of the devil. I love the fact that this could most probably safest arena in which I could talk about him, although there is the faintest possibility that he could look at this 'thing' at some point in the future, and don't worry, I will tell him about it or show it to him. I love the fact that in a faintly OCD way his Factacular activity is a couple of rounds of Factopedia each day, plodding methodically through every single category in order, with no returns to subjects he likes and the occasional shout like 'Look at this, bloody Dublin post codes'.
Anyway Charlie's (my) comment applies to us both.
He's just come in to the kitchen and asked me who I'm emailing:
Me: 'I'm writing a post about using your name in vain on Factacular.'
Him: 'Oh you don't have to do that. But who are you emailing?'
I love my husband.