On the train home from London earlier this week, I overheard the following conversation between two thirty-something men.
I'll call them Spiky and Short, in honour of their respective haircuts.
Spiky: So what does your wife do?
Short: She's a counsellor.
Spiky: She works for the council?
Short: No, she's a psychotherapist.
Spiky: Does she talk to you about her work?
Short: No, we're not on speaking terms at the moment, we've had a falling out.
Spiky: So who does she work for?
Short: Relate.
Spiky: Oh!
