Martin is deservedly treated with respect and deference at work.
His meetings are organised by his P.A. who understands how busy he is and also arranges and wraps birthday presents for his wife and children (and reminds him that it's their birthday at all).
He travels a lot for work (first class of course as is his due) and dines clients in the very best restaurants.
When he comes home he's bemused and angry in equal measures about the lack of understanding that he needs to RELAX.
His wife (at his insistence) doesn't work. What the fuck does she do all day apart from spend HIS money?
After 2 weeks away in New York she should be rolling out the red carpet with a 3 course Michelin star dinner (he bought her Hestons cook book after all) and running his bath not the children's.
In fact why are the children not in bed already? Why is his wife not properly dressed for his return and wearing something sexy?
She only has to do one menial job of looking
after 3 kids under 8 and the house is a bloody tip!
They have a cleaner FFS!!! Why are the kids toys on the floor in the drawing room? Why doesn't she teach them to play in their bedrooms?
It's so bloody hard being Martin....