DH has just said that he fancies himself as "a bit of a James Bond type bloke." He says he has the muscles, height, looks, intelligence and, I had to stop myself choking on my dinner at this one....."sauveness.." LOL
I love my DH and wouldnt change him for the world, but we are far from living in the world of James Bond...for example instead of Aston Martin car chases in Monte Carlo, we are more likely to be found circling Tescos carpark looking for a space for our clapped out Ford Mondeo...instead of playing poker and sipping Martinis (shaken not stirred), we are usually down Mecca Bingo glugging back the house red (large one, cheapest on menu). Also, the last time I checked, it was DIAMONDS are forever, not Cubic Zircona....in fact the more I think about it, the more I believe he is the cruel villain keeping me hostage and I should be waiting for a real James Bond to come rescue me, and whisk me off in a jetpack....
So ladies, what do think, any chance of this ever happening or should I just pipe down and get back to ironing the kids schoolshirts....??? 