Lindsay Woods: It is my prerogative to never have to feel obliged to explain to my husband what I truly mean in the daily humdrum of life

IT STARTED with Halloumi fries. So far, so peak notions. We were mere minutes into the summer holidays and were all still finding our groove in the new routine. It was less ‘foraging’ and more ‘smash and grab’ from the fridge whenever and however you pleased as opposed to rigid mealtimes. All of us were rubbing along together quite nicely until I walked in on my husband and son gorging on the aforementioned fries.

“What the hell are you doing?”