What Do You Want?

Editors Note: This week I am on vacation visiting T.S. As such The following is a guest post by my friend D.W. Syme.

There is a film that is often inflicted upon dutiful boyfriends or husbands. As the credits role, he sits there with one arm around his sniffling wife, the other holding her box of tissues and tries desperately not to look too relieved that movie has mercifully ended.