Enjoying cooking and changing nappies is not a sign of a paragon. Do try to drag yourself out of the nineteenth century, Inanes. Mrs Steve knows to keep out of the kitchen when I'm in there (I admit to being an absolute culinary bastard, a man to avoid like the plague when I'm in passionate cuisinary mode), and we eat like kings (er, monarchs, should I say), and blokes changing nappies is routine these days unless you're a chauvinist pig, which you seem to want to brand yourself as. I'm normal. How are you, Iains? Huh?