How sweet is that cuck angst in the pit of your stomach as you watch your wife get dressed up and leave for the evening to be with another man. You sit at home just imagining and then *ding*, your phone rings and you no longer have to imagine.
Itโs January, itโs grey, and we have the post-Christmas blues. Trying to brighten things up by wearing what might be the most colourful pair of briefs I own to work today.