are thrown together for more hours of interactive and purposeful living than those spent with their spouse. They see each other very differently to the way in which the wife at home sees her weary husband. She is aware of all the faults that intimacy reveals and would not suspect that anyone would fall for her man. She in turn is not dressed and groomed to kill and has perhaps lost her sparkle in the weariness of raising three children. She is still in bed when he leaves the house and is embroiled