Does your man pass the quality test?
Much as I love my husband, he’s a bog-standard bloke. And sometimes the bog is strong in him. Take last year: exhausted by three kids, a stressful job and a profoundly irritating wife, he gave up on his hitherto rigorous exercise programme. As he piled on the pounds, I drew a clear message: I wasn’t worth bothering for. We sparred about it for a bit … Continue reading Does your man pass the quality test?