During our journeys to the train station the Chief Psychiatrist and I listen to local radio. It beats listening to the doom and gloom on Radio 4 at the moment (besides the presenters never seem to ask the questions you want to ask) and there’s often useful gardening tips or cooking tips. I would never have thought to plant my summer fruiting raspberry canes.
But I have to say that it came as a bit of a surprise when the host said, ‘And now we’re going to be discussing what turns a woman on……’
Chief Psychiatrist and I glanced at each other.
‘Got a pen?’ I asked, as I simultaneously searched in the glove box and turned the radio up.
We listened intently as the discussion began. One of the presenters, a female, started off the discussion.
‘Well, number one on my list is laughter,’ she said.
Chief Psychiatrist and I nodded in agreement.
‘Second on my list,’ she continued, ‘is intelligence.’
We nodded again.
‘But I think having big muscles and the ability to kiss tenderly are most important,’ she concluded.
We both sighed.
We were doing well up until that point.
