I am married to an accountant and for good reason, (apart from the fact I love him), like Jack Spratt who could eat no fat, and his wife who could eat no lean, he does numbers and I do words. Numbers make my head spin. Postcards to his family will often sit in the dash of the car and only get written, in haste, on our return, each one taking him an age …
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