I was leafing through a book called "The Woman's Book: everything but the kitchen sink" by Francesca Beauman. It's been in my library for ages, and I occasionally flick through it.
It's one of these books that is, essentially, filled with completely random facts.
The random fact I came across was "The Marriage Formula".
Apparently, and I quote; "a simple mathematical formula exists to help one ascertain whether or not to accept a proposal of marriage."
It's on the basis that in Carrie Bradshaw's view; and I work on the assumption that every woman between the ages of, say, 25 and 65, know who that is; men are like taxis. They drive around all day picking up women; then one day, their light goes on all of a sudden, and boom! They are ready to get married, and will simply marry the first woman who crosses their path thereafter whom they find at least vaguely acceptable.
I did the calculation, and luckily for me, because I am really 'that' bothered about the result (obviously) our result was in the positive. According to the formula I should have married my husband. Well thank goodness for that.
I shall sleep better now.