Tom went to Twickenham yesterday to watch the rugby. He left home at 10 am and didn’t come back till 1 this morning, and yet he’s just left to go to the pub for the evening. He’ll be gone for seven hours.

Why?

Why can’t he ever stay in and spend some time with me, or just help out with the children? I’m exhausted, and I’d love a break too, even if it’s only ten minutes to have a bath.

This isn’t fair.