It's My Life: 'I could have poisoned my family'

IT’S been a fraught 48 hours but I can finally stop holding my breath... I did not poison my family.

In order for you to fully appreciate my high level of anxiety, let me first bring you back a couple of weeks, to our fridge and a packet of mince.

I am in a very unusual relationship, in that yer man does our weekly shop. Yes, each Saturday morning he wanders off alone, 40 shopping bags tucked under his arm, with no input from myself except a roar of goodbye as he leaves the house. It’s a well-known fact about our village, I’m a pretty rubbish wife.