'If the plane goes down, we both die. I don’t suppose we’ve got a will sorted?'

Driving towards Cork Airport to catch a flight, “I feel a bit odd,” my husband says.

“It’s flying without the children,” I say nervously, “It’s sort of putting the frighteners on me too. I mean if the plane goes down, we both die. I don’t suppose we’ve got a will sorted?”

“Not unless you’ve written one,” he replies.