We were in a bar when i caught her eye. "It's always drops out when i've had a few" she apologised. "How can i thank you?" she asked. "You could buy me a pint" i smiled. "Only if you beat me at arm wrestling" she said, rolling up her sleeves to reveal arms like Popeye, but with more tattoos. I bought the drinks! We got on so well, i asked if she wanted to share my taxi home. She said she'd give me a lift back to mine. She carried me all the way to my front door. She asked if she could see me again. Well, i say 'asked', it was more of a demand. "Yes" i squeaked. There then followed about 15 years of total and abject misery before she took pity on me and found someone else to thrash at arm wrestling. Still, the relationship did produce 4 beautiful and thoughtful children. And none of them have ever beaten me at arm wrestling.