[HANNAH: I don’t impose my tree-hugging on Terence. I don’t have to. He’s naturally moderate, the mook.]When we first got together, Hannah didn’t count sheep to nod off, she counted vegetables.
Although happily never a diety type, the five-/eight-/12-a-day message loomed large and I’d catch her tallying up her greenery on her fingers.
Here was one area at which she could excel. Her cure for insomnia: self-virtue-signalling. [HANNAH: Would that I remained virtuous.
Terence’s own super-healthy, anti-take out food fascism means I now exist in a permanent state of dietary rebellion.]Her cure for insomnia: self-virtue-signalling.
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