On Christmas Day an old school friend wrote me an email that he is thinking about murdering his wife. The funny thing was, his wife, also my friend, wrote me an almost identical email at the same time. They were both on their iPhones.
I wrote back:
“You are both feeling like killing each other. Stop it right now, it is Christmas and you love each other, really. I know, trust me, I am a doctor (and a long life friend). Have a Gin and Tonic! And calm down!”
I sent it to both of them. It worked. They phoned me, on a speakerphone, laughing. Crisis over.
I told them to try to pay me back when it’s me crying in my kitchen next Christmas Eve. Like every year.