After 18 years together, you might expect my marriage to my husband to be somewhat languishing, says SAMANTHA BRICK. So how do I get my own way, year in, year out, with nary a voice raised?
Turning over in my luxurious Vispring bed, I snuggled up to Barney who sighed contentedly. Elsewhere on my king size mattress, I heard the soft snores of Ambrose.
As the full moon bathed our garden in a silvery glow last Monday, I sat cross-legged by our fire pit. But I wasn't nursing a glass of chilled Sauvignon or enjoying the balmy evening with friends.