Notes on chocolate: how to steer clear of a domestic meltdown

You’d think with satnav the arguments would have stopped, but they have not. Now it’s a case of whichever satnav I choose isn’t quite right: the writing isn’t big enough, the instructions not clear enough. Thus it was that we were driving back from York arguing about the relative merits of Apple v Google v the car’s satnav when I decided to stop talking. We got to a service station. ‘Do you want anything?’ he asked. ‘No,’ I said, my voice thick with sulk. But, actually, I wanted a Snickers and I thought about it all the way home.