It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a married woman in possession of a child must be in want of a wife.

My apologies Ms Austen for the bastardisation of your tidy prose.

But golly, wouldn’t it be lovely?

(Can we park to the side the fact that I have a terrific husband? Thanks).

But a wife! A second me! Oh the fun we would have!  (The mountains, both real and metaphorical I could climb?) I’d start the day with the twenty minutes of dry skin brushing, or meditation, or instinctive exercise that so many wellness gurus recommend, rather than having an empty bottle thrown at my head like a missile as I …