"You have to watch this," says Tesco's Guy. "It's amazing."
Halfway through, he asks from his end of the sofa if I'm enjoying it.
"Enjoying it? I'm crying like a bastard here," I say.
It ends. Tesco's Guy lifts his glasses and wipes his eyes.
"First time I saw that it got me, alright," he says. "It's so beautiful."
I cannot answer.
He turns to look at me and is surprised to find tears streaming down my face.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to make you cry like that," he says.
I take a deep breath.
"Not your fault," I say. "My mum ended up in Whitchurch after I was born because she thought I was going to be one like of the people in that video. She didn't believe I was her baby. She'd convinced herself I was going to be Downs because she was 45 when she got pregnant. She had a nervous breakdown; ECT and everything."
"Oh, no," he says.
"That's not why I'm crying," I say. "I look at that video, and I see..."
How do I say this?
"...I see people standing in a field pretending to be angels with not a shred of self-consciousness, no pretention. No baggage, no thinking 'oh fuck I look like a prat', no 'I've got to play a role here'. Living life like it should be lived. They're just completely themselves. I envy them their simplicity. I envy them their purity. I wish I could stand in a field pretending to be an angel and experience their joy. I wish I could be like that, instead of this fucked up ball of neuroses that I am. That's why I cried. I might've been better off if I had been like that. The killer irony kind of got to me."
Tesco's Guy looks at me, astonished. We stare at each other for a moment.
"Give me a cuddle then, you idiot," I say. "How can you sit there and watch someone crying and not give them a cuddle?"
"Shit, sorry, of course."
I burrow into his arms.
"That was really tight of me not to think of giving you a hug just then," he says.
"You're damned right, you freak."
He pecks me awkwardly on the forehead.
"You may be a fucked up ball of neuroses, but you're my fucked up ball of neuroses," he says.
It is the first time I've heard him describe how he feels towards me.
Please watch. It's lovely.