We never argue. I can’t even remember the last time we disagreed on anything. It doesn’t matter if it’s choosing the takeaway or the series to binge watch or where to go on holiday or which system to buy for the kids… there’s never an argument. We just settle on a decision. Well obviously *we* don’t: the house does. After all, it doesn’t matter which room we’re in when the issue comes up “Common Ground” gently intervenes and before we know it, a consensus. Peace, quiet, agreement. No tension, no friction. Sometimes I wonder if our relationship is getting boring.