I have considered homicide a few times...

The setting: A medium sized living room with orange walls and terracotta flooring. A carved divan backs windows curtained in olive green. The house looks comfortable and lived in. It is early evening and a young couple sits discussing the spate of weddings they have been attending.

She: Have you realised the number of babies there are in the group. Little puppies. (dissolves into an expression of one who is in danger of consuming whole every baby she sees.)

He (pause): Erm.. yeah.

She: We've been married two years.

He (beginning to look like a hunted animal): Erm...yeah.

She (with a desperate edge to her voice): Don't you think...

He (cuts her off): We did decide to wait five years remember? You wanted to concentrate on your career for a few years? "

She (plaintively): Ya. But everyone has babies and and and MY BIOLOGICAL CLOCK IS TICKING!

He: Baby. Just take out the battery.