A SURVEY by the British Heart Foundation has found that one in seven women secretly bin hated items of their partner’s clothing.
Quite why the BHF engaged in such a trifling survey is something of a mystery. Unless, of course, they are simply kicking their heels nowadays, having cured all heart disease. If so, I would respectfully suggest that might be a stronger line for the press office to punt out as a Sunday-for-Monday piece. But that is a discussion for another day.
What I really want to know is this. What kind of a man allows his missus to unilaterally discard his treasured “Lads on Tour Magaluf 1992” t-shirt, “Official Boob Inspector” baseball cap or those natty fake snakeskin cowboy boots?
I, for one, would not stand for it. Fortunately it is not an issue for me, as Mrs B fully respects my out-there fashion choices.
In fact, she has such respect for my wardrobe that, three years ago, she packed much of it up while I was at work and sent it to a specialist dry cleaner in Ulan Bator.
Granted, it is taking a long time to come back, but apparently that is the Mongolian Postal Service for you.
She says it will be well worth the wait. Apparently he is a dab hand with fake snakeskin.