Tick Tock

So the Scot and I have a pretty easy life it has to be said. Ok, LA is possibly the most expensive and crazy place on the planet* but we only have ourselves to navigate through this exorbitant bedlam. This became our topic of discussion as we enjoyed a bottomless champagne brunch on our leisurely Sunday afternoon. 

Him - 'I think I'm at the stage where I need to be responsible for something other than myself. You know, like a dog or a child.'

Me - 'I think I'd prefer a child to a dog.'

Him - 'You need to get a move on though, you're not getting any younger.'

Me - 'Hang on! I'm not quite at that stage!'

Him - 'You do get hot sometimes.'

Me - 'We live in LA!'

Him - 'It's something to think about though.'

Me - 'You're right, remember that time I thought I heard my biological clock.'

Him - 'I think that was just shingles.'

Me - 'No seriously,' (after the 5th top up of champagne) 'I think you're right. It might be time to have a baby.'

Him - 'You're not good with pain. Or being fat.'

Me - 'What??!!'

Him - 'Am I wrong?'

Me - 'Hmmm.'

And that was that.

*I am aware that this is probably factually incorrect. Tell my bank balance and my nerves that!