I MARRIED A CAVEMAN

I met Glenn at a fancy dress party. I was Tinkerbell from Peter Pan; he was Fred Flintstone.

The first thing I noticed about him were his ridiculously hairy legs and stubble-covered face.

The moment he saw me, he smiled broadly and yelled, ‘Yabba dabba do’, at the top of his voice.

I was gone. Swept off my feet, caveman style.

Glenn had four older sisters, all of them utterly devoted to their baby brother. When we got together, he literally couldn’t boil an egg. He tried the