I’m stirring the spag bol I’m making for dinner and wondering if I should initiate sex when my husband gets home, but I’ve forgotten how to and the thought of it suddenly makes me feel embarrassed. Plus, I’m tired and feeling very unhorny in my apron, and I can’t imagine him getting in and immediately wanting to shag me, either – he’ll be knackered after a long drive through London traffic, and he probably isn’t going to bend me over the kitchen counter and take me from behind.