I'm going to go deep today and talk about Mr Right. Mr Right Man to marry, I mean.

There's some book going the rounds with a title somethinglike: 'Mr Almost Right, is Right Enough'.

It's written by someone whose mother told her not to be too fussy about who she marries because no-one is perfect.

There is sometruth in that but there are also a numberof flaws, the main onebeingthat, when you fall in love with someone, although you may know theirfaultsyou are prepared to overlook them.

(You know, love is blind, that old one). Sometimes, though, no matter how well you think you know your beloved, some things come to light after you are married. Yeah.

Let'sget personal. I knew my husband was a methodical man before I married him. He doubled checked everything,liked to get his facts right, did not attempt to do anything until he understood exactlywhat was involved andthen, quite often, he would decide not to do it, anyway. Iliked him even more for these traits, found them endearing, even.

He put things away immediately, in the proper place, filed things, could retrievethem at a moment's notice. Just let's sayI often didn't do things like that.

There were one or two little habits he had that didnot come to light until after we were married, however. The first night we got into a bed I had made, he ran his toeacross the bottom of the mattress.I wondered what he was doing. Checkingthe sheets and blankets were tucked in properly, because he did not like bedclothes coming adrift in the middle of the night, it turned out.

Then there was the question of his underwear. I was very careful with his clothes, ironing, folding them, putting clean shirts on hangers.

One day he held a vest up to the fire beforegoing to the mirror on the wall and pressing the vest on it. I enquired what he was doing. Looking for moisture on the mirror, which would show the vest was not properly aired. Mmmh.

Because marriage is a relationship in which you have little room to manoeuvre, it's very easy to get on each other's nerves.I like to gnaw the stone of a mango behind what I think is the privacy of the kitchen door. I expect I have some other faults, but I really can't think of them at the moment.

'Aml bai lle ni charer', translates: 'There's many a fault where there is no love'.

If you can say 'Madly, Truly, Deeply', hand on your heart, look each other in the eye and hold it, then marry. It's not a guarantee that things won't go wrong but, if they do, you will have the satisfaction of knowing you were madly, deeply, truly in love with the one you thought, at the time, was not just 'Mr Just Right' but 'Mr Just Perfect'.