I read this book in the hope I could maybe teach MY wife to be a bit more reliable. It is absolutely no fun at all to come home from a hard days work and realize that your wife, who has been home all day, has NOT made dinner. Instead she has spent the day looking after Enrique the pool boy, who apparently felt faint, and had to spend the whole day in bed, my bed, with my wife - who was also feeling queer and also having to lie down in bed with him while they both rested.
I guess I should be grateful that I have such a caring wife, who provided assistance to the young, buff, tanned and handsome boy.
God bless her. I am really a lucky man. Last week she did the same for the mailman and the guy who mows our lawn.
A Twat. Book Reviewer.
