 'I'm the only person who does anything in this house!' I groaned, frustration welling up as I looked at the sink full of dishes and the dirty benches. I'd just arrived home from the gym and the kitchen was just as messy as when I'd left. After I'd made dinner, I'd expected my husband Tom to at least clean up. 'I know, I'm sorry,' Tom said mildly, stepping up behind me to start filling the sink. As we met eyes, my anger evaporated and we both burst out laughing. Because Tom did loads in the house. Easily as much as me. I knew it and he knew it. And I also knew that he hadn't just been watching TV or scrolling through his phone while I'd been out. He'd got our two children, Theo, five, and Immy, three, bathed and into bed – no mean feat. But still, even when I was being completely unreasonable, tired and irritable after a long day at work, Tom would never disagree with me. I never thought that Tom and I would have anything in common with football legend Peter Crouch and his wife, the beautiful model Abbey Clancy. But when they admitted in their new book, The Therapy Crouch, that Abbey is always right in their relationship, I realised we were more similar than I'd imagined. Because I was always right in our marriage too. It's been a running joke between me and Tom for the whole time we've known each other. Tom fits in with anything (Picture: Sarah Whiteley) You see, Abbey and Peter are right – it does make a happy marriage. Before you think that I am an awful, awful person who has brow-beaten her husband into a quivering wreck who is too frightened to voice an opinion, let me explain. They say opposites attract and that is definitely the case with me and Tom. He is lovely and laid back. Nothing ever phases him, he never gets jealous and he definitely never argues. On the other hand, I){kind=link}
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‘I’m the only person who does anything in this house!’ I groaned, frustration welling up as I looked at the sink full of dishes and the dirty benches.
I’d just arrived home from the gym and the kitchen was just as messy as when I’d left. After I’d made dinner, I’d expected my husband Tom to at least clean up.
‘I know, I’m sorry,’ Tom said mildly, stepping up behind me to start filling the sink.
As we met eyes, my anger evaporated and we both burst out laughing.