She was standing in the kitchen preparing to poach eggs for breakfast, wearing only the ‘T’ shirt that she normally slept in. As I walked in almost awake, she turned and said softly, ‘You’ve got to make love to me this very moment.’ My eyes lit up and I thought, ‘I am either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day.’

Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all; right there on the kitchen table. Afterwards she said, ‘Thanks,’ and returned to the stove, her ‘T’ shirt still around her neck.
A little puzzled, I asked, ‘What was that all about?’ she explained, ‘The 3 minute egg timer is broken.