“You know you don’t have to do this, don’t you?”
I know this is crazy. Standing back while I watch my wife of fifteen years peel down the top of her dress in front of a…
It’s Tilly’s red polka dot dress that does for me. The colour is almost like blood against her skin. The fabric the…
I’m not intentionally looking to cause my husband, Henry, grief by talking to the wrong guy at his work’s…
I don’t know on what planet I thought I could do this.
“Show him,” I say as my friend asks my wife Victoria what I got her for her birthday.
“Him?” I say as my wife, Rebecca, follows the line of my finger towards a scruffy-looking waiter.
