Tag for 5 years
It all started after we saw the comedy film called Tag in 2018. For those of you who are unaware, it's based on a real story about a group of friends who played an endless version of the children’s game. I think I enjoyed the film at the time, but I can’t remember now. After years of this gradually-worsening hell, I shudder every time I remember the concept that inspired my husband, Elliot. “Let’s do it,” He said. “Sorry?” I replied, smirking. “Right here?” “No,” He laughed, rolling his eyes. “Not that. Tag. A never-ending game of Tag.” “We live in the same house, so I mean… It probably wouldn’t be as thrilling as the film,” I said. “We’d just end up sitting on the sofa, constantly tagging each other in a back-and-forth slapping match.” Elliot pondered on my point, tapping his lips thoughtfully. He was always a passionate person – once he became hyper-fixated on something, it was hard to deter him, and I loved watching his face scrunch up as the cognitive cogs whirr...