Gosh, men are so much better at everything...

For a perfect night in what would you prefer, he cooked the meal or did the dishes? On Friday night I opted for the meal. I have a dishwasher honey. But not just any old meal. Have you ever wondered what you would answer in that quiz that asks 'what would be your final meal?' I believe this tells us a lot about ourselves. Some are keen to go to the next life free from saturated fat and flatulence whilst the rest of us think what if their ain't no afterlife and the birdseed bread sandwich was a wasted effort. On Friday night I ate cassoulet. For those not in the know it's a French winter bean stew with pork belly, duck confit, pork sausage and depending on who makes it, it's the food of the gods - with wine of course if the gods select a good red. This is the stuff that sends vegetarians into anaphylactic shock. For me, when a good looking Frenchman knocks on my door, leave the chocolates and flowers at the service station, bring me food and wine. And given the content of this dish, when I say this is nominated as my last meal, according to most doctors, it very well could be. What would be yours?