OK, OK, comments are on already.
But y'all have to comment now.
Gareth and I are jokingly searching for a wife, because obviously I don't fit the bill and neither does he.
We need someone who will nurture and cuddle Gareth when he breaks a wall with his leg, rather than, say, point and laugh for half an hour.
Someone who won't tell any lie possible to get out of the washing up. "Everyone I have ever loved died in a freak cyclone today, so I don't quite feel up to it."
Though Moominmamma, that most nurturing and wifely of fictional characters, keeps the dirty plates under the bed and carries them outside when it rains.
Awesome! We'd both forget to take them outside :-)