Read by Louisa Gummer
By my age, all the good men are either married or gay. Luckily for me, I'm married to a good man. Unluckily for him, he's married to me.
On Mondays, Andrea has gymnastics. On Tuesdays, Josh has under-nines football. On Wednesdays both of them have music lessons (Andrea plays the flute, indifferently; Josh is learning guitar). Friday's our family night; the kids watch DVDs, we order a takeaway from the organic pizza restaurant or the ethical Chinese or the authentic Indian, and Michael and I have sex, unless he's too tired. I'm never too tired; bored, yes, never tired. There's nothing more important to children than a stable home; there's nothing more crucial to a stable home than a happy marriage, and there's nothing more essential to a happy marriage than a healthy sex-life.