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24 As a 1930s wife, I am |
And this m’dears must be the reason why no-one will marry me. I am doomed to failure. Not only is the seam on my stockings crooked, but I never wash the milk bottle top before serving it, occasionally cook in my pyjamas and couldn’t promise to pass comment on my husbands masculinity on a daily basis…
I am resigned to spinsterhood.