I was still sitting on the couch in the same place when my husband came home. “Hello darling,” he said, “are you alright? You look very pensive and not quite here.” “I think I might be fighting off a cold,” I replied. “Can I get you something?” “No, thank you. I’ll be alright. I’ve taken some paracetamol.” “Did Alan sort out all of the tech?” “Most of it. He’s got everything working, but he’ll be back tomorrow to finish o...