The domestic god

The supermarket's manager called the ambulance following health and safety guidelines whilst tracking down David. Child and father were eventually reunited.

I'm often reminded of the infamous book: Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, which illustrates how men and women's strengths lie in different areas. I've had to realise that things won't be done my way. If it needs doing, write it down, as men can only do one job at a time.

Last week was a prime example. I reminded David that the dry-cleaning and the holiday photographs needed to be collected. When I returned home I asked to see the photographs but - you know what's coming - he'd only remembered the dry-cleaning.

Then there was the time when my lovely handwash-only silk shirt was put in a 50-degree wash. Men do not know about wash labels and different settings on the washing machine. That's a skill we need to teach ours boys.

At our children's school they have a cake stall on Fridays to raise school funds and, as the note only comes out the day before to remind the specific class that it is their turn, David realised that he would have to bake.

Having never baked in his life, he quickly took control and went to the local store and bought a ready mix pack of Bob the Builder muffins. When I came home they were ready with icing sugar and sugar paper, Bob motifs in place. He was so proud and so was I - they even sold all 12 muffins at school. I think David set a great example, but, sadly, my son was very embarrassed that his dad had made them.

As time progresses he's getting better but there have been blood, sweat and many tears along the way. However, we're still together, in sickness and in health (the vicar never mentioned redundancy).

Sometimes I wonder if I can get my money back. I'm sure I'm covered under the terms and conditions of the marriage certificate. On the other hand, though, I'd rather have a man from Mars with all his faults than no man at all. Maybe I'm not such a feminist after all.