I am a domestic goddess
I have had a fall out with the guy I was working with, he is an Ace person, and funnily enough the word ace translated into Italian, is asso (which believe it or not Ripley) is pronounced asshole.
So at the moment Mrs Sensible goes to work at two different schools to teach her little chilblains how to tie their shoelaces and generally educate them; so that they do not grow up to be the next Mussolini of heavens forbid another Burlusconi.
I on the other hand am learning how to make the bed using nurses corners, mop the floor, cook the evening meal (I have bought several packets of indigestion tablets) and be a good housewife house-husband.
I have drawn the line at waiting at home ready in a negligee to greet my hard working wife.
and until the diet kicks in, I am not doing the Chippendales either.
In-between sending out my C.V, dreaming up get rich quick schemes and polishing the bookcase I have produced tonight’s evening meal,
I have put a bun in the oven
Changed the bed and tucked it in with nurses corners.
And it is not even 1.00’ clock, so I can now sit down with a glass of wine, put my feet up and watch daytime TV.
Only day time TV in Italy is appalling.