Has anybody ever watched that program, "Perfect Houswife," that Anthea Turner presents? I had the pleasure of watching it the other night at my friend J.'s house.
First, AT bullied this poor woman with two small children into installing a shoe tree in her perfectly nice landing. So now when anyone walks up the stairs, the first thing they see is a giant shoe tree sprouting shoes like nobody's business. Then she taught her how to fold her towels perfectly and stack them perfectly in the airing cupboard. Meanwhile, this poor woman's children are screaming to be fed, and just screaming. But by God, she's got some nicely folded towels. And let's not forget the shoe tree.
Then AT went to Liverpool where she taught a single dad with hair issues how to cook and clean and look after an 8-year-old and be romantic with his girlfriend. All at the same time, of course.
OK, I'm happy that Anthea now has something to occupy her time other than granting interviews to OK magazine and stealing other women's husbands. But if we all turned off this rubbish, wouldn't we accomplish more in the War on Grime? I don't need the likes of Anthea telling me that I'm an inadequate housekeeper. Or those two other women, the Scottish one and the one with the funny hair and bulging eyes. My husband actually bought me their book. Cheeky sod!!
Luckily, J. and I were on the cider (something I'm acquiring a taste for), so we were in hysterics at Anthea's antics. I just hope there isn't some poor soul out there who takes it all seriously. Life is too short to have a perfect house.
