When I say my wife goes shopping, I mean I get dragged along as well Now like most men I don’t really like shopping and don’t see how my wife can spend nearly 5 hours on the high street looking in every shop and through every clothes rail, but each to their own.

My wife wanted a new dress for her Christmas party, which is quite a formal affair where the men wear tuxedos and the women wear long dresses, but luckily I already have a tuxedo so it was only my wife to sort out. We left the house at 11am on Saturday and started trawling the high street looking in brand name stores as well as boutique clothes shops for the perfect dress.

After a couple of hours of shopping and becoming increasingly irritated at the amount of people blocking doorways and isles, my wife finally found a dress she liked in the Republic. She tried it on and asked me what I thought, which I replied ‘it looks great’ as I had been saying all day in the hope of ending the shopping early and watching the football.

She decided to get it and I was surprised to find out it only cost £30 for the dark blue formal dress (like this one). We loaded up the car (I bought myself the Band of Brothers box set on Blu-ray from HMV) and headed home.

I got back just in time to see the Man Utd match, they lost 1-0 but at least the Christmas party is sorted!