When my wife and I had a civil partnership last June and we changed our names and became Mrs and Mrs, I thought the constant correction of assumptions that we both find so irritating would be a thing of the past. Like when we’re in a romantic candlelit restaurant and the waiter asks, “Are you paying separately?”, not reading the occasional hand-touching correctly. No love, we’re not because we’re married. Or when we’re car-shopping and the salesperson asks who is buying the car. We’ll both be using it we explain, before being met with a perplexed, “Like a car share?”