I've had a horrible cold, in its final revenge it's given me a faceful of spots. I stand in front of the mirror pulling my face into scary shapes and whingeing about how horrible the spots look. But Martin comes up to me and looks me straight in the face and says in his best innocent voice, "I don't see no spots. I just see the totality of wonderfulness that is my darling" and gives me a huge wet suckery kiss on the nose.

That feels better.