Some things never change, that's just the way it

In the Years BC (Before Children), Him and me had a Sunday Morning Routine. 

We rose to the sound of DLT, the Hairy Monster Coming at You before the Sex Charges took him from the airwaves. 

We ran a bath, made the tea, collected the papers from behind the door (that in itself was a guilty pleasure... they were delivered to Mr and Mrs C" despite the fact we hadn't quite reached that point)...  And took to the Bath. 

One of us on the loo seat, the other in the bath.    We read articles to each other, shouted out the answer to snooker on the radio, read some more, then swap over.  More Tea, more hot water in the bath, and more reading, and tea, and more chat, just positioned the other way round. 

I'd love to see Tooli's face if she rose one Sunday and discovered us reliving the old days.

Lol