If You Want Something Done At All, Do It Yourself!

Ian and Barbara had met earlier on the Saturday afternoon to simply spend times together. It had become something of a ritual for the both of them (when their respective families didn't drag them away from one another). Barbara had been welcomed by Ian into his flat, the both of them all smiles. They'd resisted the urge to spend all afternoon in Ian's bed. And braved the world.

"Are you certain that you want to see the exhibit?" Barbara asked as they approached their favourite museum, "I didn't think you were one for feminist literature."