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In the dead of the night dark deeds are planned.

a cartoon of a couple in bed. One of them is snoring, the other is sat up swearing.

3.48 am. I am incandescent with rage. No that’s not right. I’m too tired for incandescent, more a dark glowing ember, burning slowly, threatening to set fire to the bedsheets. What is going on, I hear you ask?  Are you ok?   Well, no! I’m not ok! My husband, the gentle, chilled out man who…