Anthony and I have this tendency to start conversations that never get finished.

Mostly these happen in the kitchen, because three quarters of the time when we're actually both at home and awake is spent in the kitchen. There are usually things to be doing - toast to burn, coffee to fry, orange juice to snort, not to mention the new distraction of the polysyllabic magnetic poetry on the fridge. Not to mention the fact that we're easily distracted people, and both prone to witty remarks, puns, hurled imprecations and flights of whimsy. Combine all this, and it means at least twice a day conversations start with perfectly normal everyday matters - "I have a thing on after work tonight" - and end in madness - "And that's why ninja pirates wouldn't have parrots!" - without ever reconciling the matter at hand.

This leads to a great deal of email communication through the day - "When you said, 'Forensic accountants drinks tonight', did you mean, 'I'm not going to be home for dinner'?" Which also, inevitably, winds up in ridiculousness - "Yes, but that will only work if I write it on my hand after I shower."

Seriously. Ascertaining whether we need to buy more milk can take a whole week. But we make tremendous leaps in the theorising of ninja pirate sociology.