Oh, am I loving this!
Do you think he polishes his own brogues, or leaves it to the "little woman" (or "women" as he accidentally? posted once, hence the reference to the Handmaids Tale) a
Tummy tubs and floppy sausages are too much to think of in these circumstances, I'm away to swoon (ladies don't faint, they swoon) possibly clutching my pearls and waving a lace edged, lavender scented hanky.
Our Welfare State. Is it broken?