Men: I paid for their services

D (My Hairdresser)

Married and with one child. He is a towering, orange very well dressed metro sexual specimen. He even admitted that he has Botox every six months. I normally take a two hour lunch break for a hair cut thinking that two hours is long enough. No- not with D – he loves to talk and talk he does. I move my appointments now to Saturdays and D can talk for England without me worrying if the office had sent out a search party.

A (My Dentist)

He is the boy next door type: very good looking in his designer stubble; distressed jeans and embellished t-shirts. First time I met my dentist I asked myself should I trust him? He is too good looking to be a dentist (no offence meant). He should be modelling a certain brand of men’s under things.

I still dread dentist appointments although I find it amusing every time he says: “Right Mrs Twort would you like to lie down and open up please?”

T (My Driving Instructor)

He is married with three children. He is a keen gardener and a passionate golfer. A golfer.. hmm is that the reason why he teams his jeans and nubuck loafer shoes with pastel coloured (pink has not made an appearance yet) polo shirts.? Not bad though.

His patient understanding and good humour certainly help me go through my silly and OTT oh my God we are going to die type of experience while doing my lessons.

These men are costly. They get a substantial chunk out from my take home pay.

I see A twice a year; D every two months and T – once a week for almost a year now.