Actually, quite the opposite. It has been said many times of me that I am obsessively tidy and I'm known not to tolerate dirt in my home. However, the Turner woman makes me want to leave crumbs everywhere and throw magazines on the floor just to spite her and her dogmatic towel folding ways. Photo's of your shoes on your shoe boxes! Do we not waste enough of the world's resources as it is? Fair enough, she is big on recycling, but a few bottles of Ecover knocking about wouldn't go amiss. Plus, the whole concept of being the Perfect Housewide and all the connotations are just wrong, it's 2006. I'm no feminist, but come on, are we likely to see a show commissioned called "How to be a perfect husband" on which the Mr Husband is trained to drive you everywhere at short notice, make sensible comments about clothing, work until he's at breaking point and come home after 2 pints?