Twenty years! Twenty years of living with a woman who made me watch Emmerdale every single night! Twenty years!
Then, my marriage on the rocks, I move to a flat where my new flatmate's guilty secret is his love of Britian's fourth favourite soap opera. Every. Single. Night. Forever.
So, imagine this recent text exchange with the ex:
Me: "OK, when's a good time to call you and discuss something?"If I wasn't already divorced, I'd get a divorce.
Her: "About 7pm."
Me: "7pm? Won't you be watching Emmerdale?"
Her: "I don't watch it any more. It's gone rubbish."