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I am delighted to have such a sweet and romantic husband, but when one it rattling about in the bathroom attempting to deal with - oh, how to put it - a feminine hygiene issue that leaves one feeling like Norman Bates tidying up after his mother, this is not the best time for said sweet and romantic hubby to walk in and declare his undying love.

That look of distress on my face, dear? Not a reflection on your proffered affection, only on your timing.