Okey dokey. I like to pride myself on being a good wife. Am always home when Husband gets in from his commute, waiting to greet him with a smile. He gets a glass of red thrust into his hand and the pleasure of yummy fragrances wafting from the kitchen. The house is always immaculate (OK, OK, that’s thanks to our wonderful cleaning lady).The ironing is done and put away.Blah blah bloody blah. What’s getting my goat today is that Husband has recently returned from skiing in States and is about to trot off to Zermatt for a long weekend. Son is off to Caribbean for half term week and Cuba at Easter. I, on the other hand, have nothing more to look forward to than another thrilling trip to Tesco. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no angel. Sometimes I don’t get dressed until mid-morning. Sometimes it’s raining and I can’t be arsed to take the dogs for a walk. I’ll also admit to an addiction for online Scrabble.I’d like to book a train journey around north China, see the Northern Lights, luxuriate on a sunbed in Bali. But I don’t do it. Why? Because I have this old fashioned notion that I shouldn’t go off and leave Husband and Son to fend for themselves for any length of time.My head tells me they’d be lost without my support when the reality is they would absolutely love a week of takeaways, the pub and endless replays of Top Gear. Oh well, one day…