On a different note, I thought I would give you the takethatlady diary of shag as it's going so far:
Day 1. Saturday, cycle day 10. Not wanting DH to realise my cunning plan and end up feeling like an unloved shag machine, have decided to use feminine wiles to keep up the variety and make him think it's all his idea ...
So, attempt #1: DH goes to get food for a barbeque. This will bring the hunting instinct out of him. I get out of the shower (downstairs bathroom) 'accidentally' at the same time he comes home, and realise I have (whoops!) forgotten my towel, so need to run upstairs naked to get one. He says 'what the hell are you doing? [There's a tiny window in the front door which is in the living room]. What if the postman had knocked? He could have seen you! Put something on!' Attempt #1: Mission aborted.
Attempt #2: Later that evening, resort to a fumble on the couch. DH still worried about the postage-stamp sized window in the front door, but testosterone defeats him and he rather romantically pulls a curtain across from the living room window, opens the front door, and tucks it in. Shag 1: successful. Neighbours may wonder what the hell we're up to.
Day 2, temperature outside 26 degrees. DH is marking Year 7 projects; I am writing up a project for work. We sit next to each other in our garden. Occasionally kiss him and make slightly naughty manoeuvres. Eventually the heat gets to him. Meat is on the barbeque. Suddenly Mr. 'Someone might be looking' takes me to a hidden corner of the garden, and goes for it right there. Shag 2: successful; slightly afraid it's having an effect on DH's personality...
Day 3, bit tired from work, make no attempt. Late at night have to kick the covers off, accidentally fling my leg over him. He's rampant. In three days I have created a monster...