I hate to be the bearer of bad news, ladies, but it’s that time of year again. ‘Tis the time of year when love for one’s spouse/partner is likely to be put to the severest of tests. I don’t make a habit of picking on men because I really, really like them as a species. I’m married to a rather splendid one and have always had thoroughly fab male specimens in my circle of friends. I’m very much a girly girl in many ways, but I seem to relate better to the male brain than I do to the female version quite a bit of the time.
Except at this time of year. Even Mr. Shrew twangs my last nerve something awful when he lapses into a spell of stereotypical male behaviour. I know that he can’t help it, as he’s genetically programmed to be this way. But …!!!