Mine do, certainly, because I have just cleaned the bathroom in my usual resentful manner and I have had the following realisation. Partner and I have been together 13 years (how?!), during which, my cleaning bathrooms toll is at least, wait for it, 650. And Partner’s is, wait for it, 0. 0! And I have read Germaine Greer! I swear he doesn’t even know where we keep the clean towels. I swear he doesn’t. Anyway. That is not what this blog post is about, no. It is about romance novels.
|Not an engagement ring because, astonished though you may be to hear this, no-one has ever shown the slightest desire to marry me. I know!|
|Me. Ha ha no. But you're not going to believe this, I've actually got an umbrella just like that (long story). I'm nearly there!|
I’m betting really, really strongly that it won’t be as easy as it looks!