Hector would be enjoying his English Breakfast tea and his morning paper if it were not for the threat coming from the chair opposite. He is well aware that his wife Edwina is solemnly appraising him and that the peace will not last much longer. Finally, she takes a deep breath, exhales slowly and breaks the silence. “Hector, you said last night, when you got home for dinner at nine o’clock, that you needed a good night’s sleep before you could have our discussion. Well, have you had a good night’s sleep?” “Not bad.” “Good. You certainly sounded as though…