In bed with the MAM

More reluctant brainstorming with 'third wheel' MAM today. Grave danger of death from passive smoking. During a random discussion about whether it could be beneficial for a couple to sleep in separate rooms, he revealed that he and his new love start off the evening in bed together, but he then repairs to the spare room for the night as he is a 'restless sleeper'. Whatever. She probably kicks his stinking carcass out of there when the drunken snoring begins.

I imagine her waking as though from a hideous nightmare the next morning, relieved to find herself alone. Then he appears in the doorway in his soiled underpants, demanding a morning shag before they set off to work together.
I'm frightening myself.