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I was having lunch with my mum yesterday when she asked what our plans were for last night. I told her our new bed was being delivered and she asked, "What's wrong with your old bed?"

Instead of explaining that, despite the amount of money we paid for it eight years ago, it was poorly designed/constructed and had just gotten to the point where it felt like it was about to fall apart, I simply said, "It's broken."

To which my mum matter-of-factly replied, "Your father and I broke a bed once. On our honeymoon."

This was, of course, followed by an awkward silence.

Finally, I said, "So... how's your sandwich?"