There is nothing to annoy me like someone who is sexist.

And then, someone who is sexist towards my husband and implies that he’s not capable of choosing a patio door by himself. God Love Him. The Salesman. I’m going to blog about this properly later. But for now. Well, here’s the start of my letter to him….

Dear Anglian Home Improvements Salesman,

My husband is more than capable of choosing patio doors for our house without me being there. You do not need to see the two of us together at an appointment. Apparently, it’s “the women” who have the final say in this sort of thing so I really need to be there.

Nor does he need to explain to me that statistically he’s more likely to get the sale there and then if the two of us are there at the same time. And that that’s the real reason why he wants us both there. What if he or I lived on our own? What would we need to do then? Phone a friend???????

Yours sincerely, The Weston Family, who will be shopping with anyone but you going forwards. And yes, we needed potentially, a patio door, a door and 3 double windows.

It’s like Pretty Woman, but in reverse.

I swear, once I’ve finished writing a pitch for work, I’m going to write a whole lot more. This may require gin, pimms or both.