Wanted: part-time husband to bring me scrambled eggs and toast in bed. Obviously a Kit Kat too. Must say these words "you rest now Deb and enjoy your breakfast for you are a mighty woman and deserve all of life's most wondrous offerings such as Kit Kats. And may I add, even with a hangover and last night's mascara on, your beauty is a feast for my eyes".
That's all. Don't be annoying me with small talk. Then he'll do 10 odd jobs around the house, pass me a second Kit Kat cause he instinctively knows 4 fingers is never enough, check the oil and water in the car, set the Great British Bake Off to record, top up my coffee and fuck off.
Could be the plot of a Mills & Boon novel. Or is it too much? Too romantic?
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