The Crumbling Empire
|Sources of Stability|
|Major Tom Bartlett, my father|
|Jane Partridge, my mother|
|Mrs Handy, my next door neighbour|
|Pillars of Sanity|
|Nature can be tamed|
|People have inner strength|
In the quiet Cotswolds, you write romantic novels. Over the years, you have built a fan base, and your work involves writing to the formula they like. You watch sheep in the neighbouring fields, while writing tales of young love.
It is not a love that you have experienced yourself. Your love for your husband is built, not on passion, but practicality: he is amiable, useful and your daily routines fit well together. Sometimes, friends ask you whether your novels are an outlet for a hidden passion, but they are not. You are perfectly content.
In your marriage, you are the practical one. You find physical labour a useful break from your writing and enjoy making minor repairs about the house. Recently, you even built a small outhouse, teaching yourself bricklaying. Richard, on the other hand, is happiest in the kitchen and enjoys cooking your meals.
Thus, you fit together rather well.