‘Yes, the post never comes till two now,’ said my husband, thereby demonstrating that he hadn’t been listening to what I’d been saying, and by implication that what I had been saying was boring. So then I read out something to make him laugh, which I’ll come to later.
But the occasion for my original remark was that someone on the wireless had just said, ‘That’s a post facto justification.’
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