What’s good for the goose…
[Posted May 28th, 2008]Had an interesting lady pass by to see us this week. She had phoned me the other week from her place in Marbella and bent my ear for almost an hour on the state of her marriage so I knew pretty much wha to expect in person. Nice looking, well cared for, a classic Berkshire trophy wife she was quick to bring me up to speed on why she was having coffee with me. Her globe-trotting husband had been caught out on running a local mistress in Kuwait - an Indian tart with a taste for gold bling - he pleaded an ‘error in judgement’. Apparently the error lasted for the best part of a year with trips and pressies etc. The wife was obviously indignant in the way only a quality engishwoman can be. She felt that maybe it was the moment to put loyalty to one side and try a bit of fun herself. She was however quite charming when she was concerned on not being home to make her husband his evening meal if she was dating in town. I told her to tell him to shut up and get an Indian takeaway!!!












