Why every woman needs a wifeLike most busy professionals, Sharon Walker spends her ‘free time’ running errands and doing chores around the house. And frankly, she’d rather be living her life. Could the solution be to hire her very own ‘better half’?
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It’s a terrible hassle, my life. First off, this article: there is a paper trail between the car, my office and my bedside table. Scribbled notes I’d like to refer to, but really can’t face salvaging. Then there’s my new computer; for some reason the screen has gone dark and I can’t find the brightness button. There’s a pile of laundry on my kitchen table, large, fluffy dust-balls under the bed and a row of scuffed shoes that really should be polished.
Usually I can tolerate this level of chaos – the hundreds of minor irritations that make up any busy woman’s life. That is, I could, until now. You see, I am no longer the kind of woman who can put up with leaky shower-heads, coats with missing buttons, or “to do” lists stretching into the next millennium. My life has become a smoothly-oiled machine.
Not that I can take the credit. This miraculous transformation has not been my doing; it has all been the work of my new “wife”, Sue Reeve. Sue has been my wife for nearly a week, and I’m not sure I can manage without her. You see, with Sue in my life, I can score hot tables in sexy restaurants at a moment’s notice; I never have to listen to an automated voice on the telephone; never have to stand in queues at the supermarket or dry-cleaner – or anywhere, for that matter.
Indeed, I need never again do all those mind-numbingly dull jobs that somehow, without my ever volunteering for them, have become my responsibility. What’s more, as a result I will probably live a whole year longer.
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The reaction to my new wife is overwhelmingly positive. “An executive wife? That sounds amazing,” coos a mother Sue has contacted about the school run. “Will she sleep with your husband if you’re really, really tired? That would be fantastic.”
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