She's reading something in her magazine, always a dangerous time:
"We still get on, don't we?"
..........."I think so"..............
"What do you think my worst traits are?"
"
Gulp," (Long pregnant pause)
"If I have to say yours, it's being bloody awkward, and you know it's true. That and being dismissive about things; that infuriates me. Well, what is it, I must have one?"
"
One, sweetie?"
"Is this going to risk us getting along?"
By now we're both laughing, so I went for it.
Me: "Well, always looking at things 'cup half empty', endlessly stating the bleeding obvious when you want me to do something (then a whole lot of minor crap I don't care about, before the kicker). Always justifying your faults when they're pointed out to you."
"But......."
Game, Set and Match