Enid sat at her husband’s hospital bedside, watching him slowly regain consciousness as the effects of a particularly powerful anaesthetic wore off. Slowly the man’s eyes fluttered open, and, seeing his wife’s anxious face looming over him, he murmured, ‘You’re beautiful.’ An hour later the man’s eyes once again opened, and he said, ‘You look nice.’ ‘What happened to beautiful, then?’ Enid enquired. ‘The drugs are wearing off,’ came the frail reply.