 receipt, as long as it has enough zeros, and we can always change it later. It’s the bought that counts.

I said yes to the Parisian proposal initially – it’s churlish to say no when you’re stuck in a five-star hotel together.

I kept ordering espressos, which cost €40, and saying: ‘Hmm, this cost more than that ring.’ But later I rather sensibly backed out, entirely due to his lack of commitment in the jewellery-buying department. And this is why. If a man cannot be bothered to spend at least a month’s salary on a ring, he is not really serious about the whole shebang. He can afford a car/golf/tobacco/a holiday/ a season ticket to watch West Ham, but not a ring.

'I said yes to the Parisian proposal initially – it’s churlish to say no when you’re stuck in a five-star hotel together'

He has it in his thick head that because of equal rights, and not opening doors for us, and not swearing at us on roundabouts, and because he once made dauphinoise potatoes and washed up rather than leaving pans piled in the sink, that he doesn’t have to buy us a ring. That he has a get-out-of-Cartier card.

Well, forgive me for coming over all Beyoncé, but he does have to put a ring on it. There must be one advantage to being female. We do everything else.

Having paid for my wedding, bought the rings, his suit, shirt and shoes, sent out the invitations, picked up the organic cake from Notting Hill, organised the flights and the villa near Seville, the one thing I asked my husband to do was hire the car. He did so, on his Visa Electron debit card, but when we landed and tried to pick the car up, they said he’d passed his test too recently to have it. So I had to sign for it and drive it and hand over a proper credit card. He said it was just as well as he was afraid of mountains.

So, yes, I want a rock. And a bloody great big one… if only to aim it at his head.

Who would take a holiday in the English countryside? I’m in Dartmoor, and on Friday
receipt, as long as it has enough zero, and we can constantly change it later. It ’s the bought that count. 

 I said yes to the Parisian proposal initially – it ’s churlish to read no when you ’re stuck in a five - star topology hotel together. 

 I keep open ordering espressos, which cost € 40, and suppose: ‘ Hmm, this cost more than that ring. ’ But later I rather sensibly backed out, entirely ascribable to his lack of commitment in the jewellery - buying department. And this is why. If a homo cannot be bothered to spend at least a month ’s wage on a ring, he is not actually serious about the hale shebang. He can afford a car / golf / tobacco / a holiday/ a season ticket to determine West Ham, but not a ring. 

' I said yes to the Parisian proposal initially – it ’s churlish to say no when you ’re stuck in a five - star hotel together' 

 He has it in his thick head that because of equal rights, and not opening doors for us, and not swearing at us on roundabouts, and because he once made dauphinoise potatoes and wash up rather than leaving pan pile in the sink, that he does n’t have to buy us a gang. That he has a get - out - of - Cartier card. 

 Well, forgive me for coming over all Beyoncé, but he does accept to put a ring on it. There must be one advantage to being female. We do everything else. 

 Having paid for my wedding, bought the hoop, his suit, shirt and shoes, sent out the invitations, picked up the organic patty from Notting Hill, organize the flights and the villa near Seville, the one thing I asked my husband to do was hire the car. He did therefore, on his Visa Electron debit card, but when we landed and tried to pick the cable car up, they said he ’d passed his test too recently to have it. thus I had to bless for it and drive it and hand over a proper credit card. He say it was just as well as he was afraid of mountains. 

 So, yes, I want a rock'n' roll. And a bloody great big one … if only to aim it at his head. 

 Who would take a holiday in the English countryside? I ’m in Dartmoor, and on Friday
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'I sAId yEs to the PArIsIan prOposAL INItiaLly – It’s cHurliSh to say no when You’Re stUCk iN a fivE-star HoteL tOgethEr'

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Well, forgive mE For coming over ALl bEYoNCé, buT he Does have to pUt a rINg on It. ThERe MusT Be one AdvanTaGE tO Being female. We do everYtHing elSe.

HavIng paid for my wEdding, bougHT THe rings, hIs suIT, sHIrt and shoes, senT out tHe invitatiONs, picked Up the Organic cAke from NoTTIng Hill, oRgaNisEd tHe fLIGhTs and the villa NEAr SeViLle, the oNe tHing I asKed My hUsbAnd To Do was hire The car. He DiD sO, oN hIs VIsa ElECtron debIt CarD, bUt wHen we LAnded aNd triEd to PiCk THe cAr up, theY SaID He’d pAsSeD his TesT tOo recEntlY To hAve it. So i had to sigN foR It anD dRiVe it and Hand over a propEr Credit card. he SaiD it was JUSt as well As he was afraid of mountainS.

so, yes, I wAnt A rock. and a Bloody greAt bIg one… iF onLY to aim It at hiS head.

whO woULD take A HOlIdaY iN the EnglisH COunTrysiDe? i’m in dartmooR, and on Friday
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I  kept  or derin g espr e ssos,which cos t€ 40, an d  saying : ‘H mm,this cost more th a nt hat ring.’ But  later  I ra t h ersen sibly back ed  out, entirel y  d u e toh is lack of co mmitment in the  jewel le ry- b uyingdepar tm e nt.  And this i s wh y. If a m an can n ot be b o theredto spe ndatleas t  a  m ont h’ s  sa l ar y o n  aring, he  i snot r eall y s e riou s a bout  thewhole shebang . H e ca n  af forda car /gol f/ tobac co/a h olida y/  a season ticke t to  watch We stHa m,bu t not a ring .
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He has  i t in h is  th ick  head that  becau se of eq ual r i ghts, and noto pening doorsf or u s, andnot  swearing a t us on r ound a bo uts ,  andbecau se he once made dauphinoi se  potat oes a nd washed uprather tha n l eaving p ansp il e d in the sink,  that  he doesn’ t  have to  buyus a rin g. That h e has a ge t-o ut- of- Car t i er  card.

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H aving  pai d  fo r my we dding, bo ugh t  the  r in gs, his  suit, shirtan d shoes, s en t o ut the i nvitatio ns, picked up the organ i c cakefro m Not ting  Hill, or gan ised t hef lights  and t he vi ll a n e a r Sev i l le , t he  one thing I  as ked m yhusb and todo was hire the ca r . H e did so, onhis  Vis a El ect r on deb it car d ,  but when we la nded and t ri e dto pick th e  ca rup, the y saidhe’dp assed h is test t oo recent ly  toh a veit. So I h ad to si gn for it and d r iv e itand  handov era pro per cr e dit  card . He s ai d it w as ju st  as well  as he was afraid of mo untain s.

S o,yes, I wa nta  ro ck. And a  blo ody greatbig  on e… if  on l y toaimi tath is he ad.Who would ta kea ho liday in th e E ngl ish c oun t ryside ? I’ m in Dartmoor, an d  on Friday
 receipt,_as long_as it has enough_zeros, and_we_can always_change_it later. It’s_the bought that_counts.

I said yes to_the Parisian proposal_initially_– it’s churlish to say no when you’re stuck in a five-star hotel together.

I_kept_ordering espressos,_which_cost_€40, and saying: ‘Hmm, this_cost more than that ring.’_But later_I rather sensibly backed out, entirely due to_his_lack of commitment_in the jewellery-buying department. And this is why. If_a man cannot be bothered to_spend at least_a_month’s_salary on a ring,_he is not really serious about_the whole shebang. He can afford_a car/golf/tobacco/a holiday/ a season ticket to_watch West Ham, but not a_ring.

'I said yes to the_Parisian proposal_initially – it’s churlish to_say no when_you’re stuck_in a five-star_hotel together'

He has it in his_thick head that_because of equal rights, and not_opening_doors for us,_and_not_swearing at_us on roundabouts,_and_because he_once_made dauphinoise potatoes and washed up_rather_than leaving pans piled in the sink,_that he doesn’t have_to_buy us a ring._That he has a get-out-of-Cartier_card.

Well, forgive me for coming over_all Beyoncé,_but he_does have to put a ring on it. There must be_one advantage to being female. We_do everything else.

Having paid_for my_wedding,_bought the rings,_his_suit, shirt_and shoes, sent out the invitations, picked_up the_organic cake from Notting Hill, organised_the flights and the_villa_near Seville, the one thing I_asked my husband to do was_hire the car. He did_so,_on_his Visa Electron debit card,_but when we landed and tried_to pick the_car up, they said he’d passed his_test_too recently to have it. So_I_had to sign for it and_drive_it_and hand over a proper_credit card. He said it was_just as well as he was afraid of mountains.

So,_yes, I want_a rock. And a bloody_great_big_one… if only to aim it at his head.

Who would_take a_holiday in the_English countryside? I’m in Dartmoor, and on Friday