The perfect husband
‘YOU know, I always thought
I was pretty unshockable,”
I announced during a particularly quiet coffee break. “But Dan really overstepped the mark at bedtime last night.”
The entire office fell into transfixed silence. Susan froze mid-snack and dropped a whole biscuit into her tea.
“Tell us, Beth!” urged Vicki, captivated. “What did he do?”
“Well . . .” I said, dramatically. “He switched off the light, snuggled up under the duvet and whispered, ‘Darling, would you pop into the bathroom fittings warehouse tomorrow and pick up a tub of waterproof grout?’ ”
“Oh dear.” Vicki giggled. “Very sexy!”
“Exactly.” I grimaced. “I lay awake half the night just thinking about it.”
“Thinking about grout?” Vicki frowned.
“Of course not. I was just wondering where the magic has gone.”
“Well, that’s marriage for you,” said Susan kindly. “We’re all a bit starved
