Hazel and I went for a 550km drive today.
At one stage, when neither of us had spoken for 15 minutes or so, good ol' Haze asked me what I was thinking about.
"As a matter of fact," I replied, "I've been brooding over how the Commonwealth of Australia, despite my best whining, has not yet seen its way fit to sever ties with the mother country and become a republic."
"I never think about stuff like that," she said, "but I knew you were brooding about something."
About something indeed.