Anna Pasternak (yes it's her again) or her doomed marriage to an ex public schoolboy:
In a country house hotel....
"On Sunday morning we were enjoying room service breakfast, reading the papers and relaxing. I remember thinking that it was a rare moment of unity and calm, when my husband stood up, looked me straight in the eye and said: "I feel emotion coming on."
As this was, indeed, a rarity, I thought: "Oh, wonderful, he's going to come over and kiss me," so I tilted my head expectantly. It was only when he walked past me and shut the bathroom door that I realised he had said: "I feel a motion coming on."