So, apparently, right, if you get a tiny 1cm long seabass bone lodged in the back of your throat, this is a serious medical emergency and entails a trip to A&E, X-rays, cameras stuck up your nose, various metal things shoved in your mouth, threats of theatre and general anaesthetic, and lots and lots of retching whilst a weary looking ENT specialist pokes the back of your throat with what look like a pair of forceps (except smaller, but – I swear – not that much smaller).

Fortunately, we got the bone out – and then promptly lost it again, but I definitely saw it, and he stuck the endoscope up my nose again (without anaesthetic, I noted – someone wanted to go home) and checked, so we’re reasonably sure it’s gone.

Anyway, it’s annoying and frustrating that something so tiny can throw an evening out of kilter, and I didn’t even get beyond the first mouthful of my martini. I hope our second married valentine’s day goes somewhat better than the first did.

Naomi did get to read a good chunk of the book she got for Christmas, though, so it’s not all bad.

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