Foot massage

If I had a husband, he would right now be massaging my feet. Just after he had poured me a glass of wine. And lit a fire in the fireplace. Then we would pull up the blanket and have a marathon evening in front of the telly and a fine movie. The wine, the fireplace, the blanket and the movie are all present. It's just that little husband detail which is missing. And with that the massage. Darn.