I am not, by any means, a domestic goddess. All the nesting instincts that women are supposed to inherently possess have completely passed me by. I have no maternal instinct whatsoever, I don't cook anything unless it has instructions on the packet or jar, I pay a cleaner to my dusting, polishing, sweeping and vacuuming, and I don't do tidying up. My husband and I argue about whose turn it is to unload the dishwasher.
We have an arrangement with the ironing – he irons his clothes, I iron...
Published on August 29, 2010 09:37