Sunday, April 21, 2019


Wishing everyone a most wonderful Easter. With very Best Wishes.
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Saturday, April 20, 2019


I owe my life to fireman Percy: JOAN COLLINS says she and her husband are 'lucky to be alive' after he battled flames as their home was devastated by fire caused by sun rays reflecting off a mirror....

Conjure up a mental image of Dame Joan Collins and what springs to mind? Glamour, wit and crystalline enunciation all wrapped up in an elegant couture gown.
We certainly do not picture her standing shoeless in the street, bereft of make-up, in her M&S jimjams and dressing gown.
But this is precisely what she was doing a week ago. Poor Joan was shivering outside in the chill of a spring evening in her nightclothes while her husband, Percy Gibson, was fighting a fire in their Belgravia flat.
‘It was freezing last Saturday and I was standing outside in thin socks, cotton jammies (from M&S) and my bathrobe, which I’d just grabbed on the way out, feeling quite terrified,’ she sniffs (she has a ghastly cold). ‘I didn’t think: “What would I save?” I didn’t even bring my handbag.’
Inside, meanwhile, the valiant Percy was battling through a blanket of smoke and dousing the flames with a fire extinguisher. ‘I couldn’t really see much, so I was spraying blindly. It was very hot, my eyes were stinging and I couldn’t breathe very well,’ he admits.

‘It was overwhelming and terrifying because the smoke was acrid and cloying. I had to gasp for air.’
Joan, meanwhile, had called 999: ‘They said: “Are you alone?” I replied: “My husband is in with the fire.” And they said: “Just tell him to get out of there.”
‘The smoke alarms were beeping and by then the burglar alarm had gone off, too. The place was a cacophony of noise.
‘I went back to the flat and the smoke was so thick in the hallway I couldn’t take a step in. I yelled at Percy to come out, and eventually he did.’
‘I don’t think you really have time to think in situations like that,’ says Percy. ‘The shock pushes everything to the back of your mind and you just deal with the here and now. You try to put out the fire. That’s your immediate thought: “How does the fire extinguisher work?”
‘And then, of course, the firefighters came and they go into the worst of the worst situations and are so selfless. They’re worthy of such high praise. In fact, I think they shouldn’t have to pay taxes!’
‘The thing is,’ reflects Joan, ‘if Percy hadn’t gone in with the extinguisher the entire flat would have been consumed by flames. What he did, in fact, was save the whole building. Percy’s a hero. I know a lot of guys who wouldn’t have gone in. He made a great sacrifice.

‘And we’re lucky to be alive. I keep thinking: “What if we’d been asleep and hadn’t heard the alarm? What if we’d gone to a movie?” ’
We’re chatting in the aforementioned flat — in a stately, early 19th-century building in one of London’s most expensive and prestigious squares — just three days after the drama. A distinct smell of smoke still hangs in the air.
In the guest bathroom, where the blaze began — and ended (thanks to Percy’s ministrations with the extinguisher and the prompt arrival of the firefighters) — all is devastated, charred and black. A window is broken; a lintel, burnt like firewood, has fallen to the ground. Lampshades and curtains have been consumed by the flames.
And in the adjacent bedroom, where Joan’s daughter, Tara, (one of two children from her marriage to her second husband, Anthony Newley) would have stayed last weekend if she hadn’t been detained at her home in Somerset, all is smoke- blackened and desolate.
Percy guides a brief tour of the devastation, proffering little blue plastic shoe protectors so smuts from the floor aren’t trodden throughout the rest of the flat.
He points out the portable mirror, believed to have caused the blaze when bright sunlight was reflected on to it. ‘Apparently this isn’t an uncommon cause of fires,’ he says. (Cautionary note: never leave mirrors on window sills.)
When my daughter rings during our interview — he sees her name pop up on my phone screen, even though it’s on silent — he insists I answer.
‘Joan would answer if any of her children called. You must! It might be important,’ says Percy, 53, a film and theatre producer who is 31 years Joan’s junior.
When he and Joan were married at Claridge’s in 2002 — she wearing a lilac gown by Nolan Miller, the Dynasty costume designer, he in Gibson tartan kilt and black Prince Charlie jacket — few thought that it would last.
But here they are, 17 years on, so effortlessly at ease in each other’s company that they finish sentences for each other.

Dame Joan is emphatically an actress, not an actor — she belongs to an era when no female referred to herself as such, and she scoffs at political correctness — and in her seven decades of fame she is perhaps most feted for her role as ‘superbitch’ Alexis Carrington in the Eighties soap Dynasty (for which she won a Golden Globe award).
She is also a writer and columnist and today she sits in her favourite corner seat on the sofa in her snug, surrounded by her books and family portraits framed in ornate silver.
She is slender, fine-boned and mesmerisingly beautiful. I’m fascinated that she does not look ‘done’; when she frowns, her brow corrugates. Her smile is dazzling.
Around her neck she wears a large heart pendant inscribed, ‘P loves J’, designed by Theo Fennell.
‘Percy gave it to me for my birthday five years ago,’ she says, ‘And I always wear it.’
Her jungle-print jacket is from Zara. ‘Do I wear High Street? God, yes!’ she cries.
She and Percy tell me about last week’s fire, Joan beginning: ‘It was exactly a week after we’d come home from the U.S. I still had a cough and cold from the plane, and I had been busy opening a charity shop for my children’s charity Shooting Star, and had a photo shoot.
‘Then, on Saturday, we had lunch with a granddaughter [Tara’s daughter, Miel]. Afterwards, we’d thought about going to a movie — I wanted to see Wild Rose — but instead we decided to go home. I needed to rest, to get over this cold. My granddaughter told me that it’s called the 100-day cough . . .’
‘Only 93 more days to go!’ jokes Percy.
Joan takes up the story: ‘So we got home and I put on some pyjamas and socks and there was nothing on TV, so we decided to watch — as we often do — one of our favourite old movies in our bedroom, As Good As It Gets — which is ironic, considering — starring Jack Nicholson. I’ve known him for years; since he worked in the mail room at MGM . . .’
And he kept asking you out,’ puts in Percy, smiling.
‘Anyway,’ continues Joan, ‘after about ten minutes, we heard this high-pitched beeping.’
Percy adds: ‘Frankly, if it hadn’t been for the fact you’ve got hearing like a lynx, I don’t think I’d have thought much about it.
‘But I paused the movie and the beeping went on and I assumed it was alerting us that the batteries in the smoke detector were dead. But when I opened the bedroom door there was a blanket of smoke at the end of the hallway.
‘I must have said: “Oh my God. It really is a fire!” ’
‘Then you screamed: “Call 999 and get out!” ’ remembers Joan. ‘So I started heading for the front door, and the smoke was getting thicker by the second.’
Percy says: ‘And I grabbed the fire extinguisher and ran down the corridor. I could see flames inside the bathroom, and the door was half-open so I sprayed through the gap, then kicked open the door and saw that the window was broken.
‘The heat made my eyes sting. I couldn’t see or breathe very well. That’s why firefighters tell you: “Don’t do this because you could be overwhelmed.”
‘I used up one fire extinguisher, then went downstairs to see Joan. I kept worrying that a spark could ignite another fire, so I grabbed a second extinguisher and went back upstairs, and the towels were on fire, so I tore them off the rail and sprayed them. By this time the firefighters had arrived and they told me in no uncertain terms to get the hell out of there.’

Two fire engines with crews of ten fought the blaze for more than an hour, finally bringing it under control by 5.36pm.
‘They came from the showbiz fire department,’ says Percy. ‘It covers theatreland. Luckily, there wasn’t much traffic and they got to us fast.’
‘And did a fabulous job,’ adds Joan.
Meanwhile, police had sealed off the street. ‘The NHS crew were so helpful,’ she says. ‘They examined our noses, ears and throats to see if we’d inhaled too much smoke.’
Later, she tweeted her gratitude to them, the firefighters and the police. ‘They were just wonderful,’ she says. ‘I was a wreck and they comforted me; no make-up on, in my dressing gown.’
‘Everyone knew it was you, but they didn’t want to say anything and that was thoughtful because you felt less self-conscious,’ adds Percy. ‘I didn’t feel self-conscious,’ counters Joan. ‘I didn’t care. I was alive!’
‘They asked if we wanted to go to hospital, and we didn’t feel it was serious enough,’ continues Percy.
Joan says: ‘They were saying we shouldn’t really stay in the flat and my brother, Bill, and sister-in-law, Hazel, who live just two blocks away, wanted us to stay with them, but I really like my own bed, so we stayed here.
‘Percy was fast asleep by 9pm — he’d been firefighting after all! — but, needless to say, I hardly slept. I just kept coming out to check that everything had been turned off. I walked around. I went back to bed. I dozed fitfully.
‘But I don’t want to complain. We just feel so grateful and thankful we’re alive.’
She pops out to the kitchen to fetch some Easter chocolates — a posh box given to her by her daughter, Tara — ‘to cheer us all up’. We all choose one and chomp away.
Dame Joan belongs to a stoic breed, raised during World War II, who regard moaning as weakness. It turns out that she has already endured several fires: the first, when she was a baby, completely destroyed her childhood home.
‘I don’t remember it, but my parents came back to find our entire flat on fire. They talked about it a lot. My mother was always terrified of fire, which was why she went round turning everything off at night.’
There was another, in a Paris hotel where she was staying on the sixth floor with the then newborn Tara.
‘It started above us, and the firemen told Tony [Newley] and me to crawl downstairs on our stomachs. I was terrified,’ she recalls.
Then, in the hills above their French Riviera home, heatwaves sparked blazes, one of which came perilously close. ‘Eleven of us — family and friends — had to evacuate the house. I just grabbed my passport. Luckily we were all safe.’
Aside from this, she retains the uncomplaining perspective of the Blitz generation: ‘Our home was hit, but I was protected from the ugly truth about exactly what had happened. I was six or seven. All my toys were gone.
‘We came out of Marble Arch Tube after an air raid and our home wasn’t there any more.
‘But,’ she reflects, ‘you can’t get attached to things. I realised this when my sister died.’
Novelist Jackie Collins died of breast cancer in 2015, just before her 78th birthday. ‘She was a big collector. Her house was full of statues, paintings and photo albums, but it’s all just stuff. Eventually it’s all going to be owned by someone else.
‘My mother said: “Never miss anything that doesn’t miss you.” She meant that people are important; things aren’t.’
It is quite a catalogue of disasters and, when I comment on her forbearance, Joan says that this latest fire came after a flood last year in which water poured from an upstairs flat through their ceiling, deluging their dining room, which had to be completely refurbished.
‘We had to move out for nearly a year and we’re still unpacking boxes full of papers, DVDs, books; all the garbage you accumulate over the years,’ she says.
I joke that they must now be girding themselves for the pestilence. ‘Yes! We haven’t had the plague of locusts yet,’ laughs Percy. ‘But we’ve had moths.’
They’ve weathered it all with a blend of grit and good humour, and Joan — who is, after all, a trouper of the old school — comments: ‘I’m a positive person. I probably got that from my parents.
‘We were never allowed to feel sorry for ourselves. I went to 13 schools during the war. I had to be resilient: a new kid, a new school. I went to some of them for only five or six weeks.
‘So I don’t dwell on the negative. People who are too introspective become rather boring. We just get on with it,’ she says, adding crisply, ‘people from my era do.’
‘Yes,’ agrees Percy, ‘she has the ability to bounce back much quicker than the average bear.’
Joan arches a finely shaped eyebrow. The joshing affection they share is touching.
On the wall beside her, an interpretation of the rose window at Notre Dame Cathedral reminds us of the epic destruction fire brought to Paris last week.
Today, she says: ‘I was almost crying when I watched it burning, especially when the spire went down. The Eiffel Tower. The spire of Notre Dame: two icons of Paris.
‘I don’t think people know how dangerous and terrifying fire is — how easily it is started — until it happens to them. So, like boy Scouts, we must all be prepared.’
She and Percy have some wise counsel for us all: Get fire alarms and extinguishers. ‘And if the worst happens, get an independent loss assessor; someone who is on your side,’ adds Percy pragmatically.
It is time to say bye-bye and Joan, who is loath to pass on her cold germs, gives me a fist-bump while Percy ushers me out.
In the gracious travertine-floored hallway — all glistening white marble and chic grey paintwork — I think of Dame Joan a week ago, standing there shoeless and vulnerable, and the image abides.
Even the most impossibly elegant and stylish among us endure disasters. And have days when only a cosy pair of pyjamas and an old film will do.

Thursday, April 11, 2019


Joan now back in London direct from LA where she enjoyed catching up with family and friends among other things, took time out of her busy schedule to open the new look Shooting Star Childrens Hospice Charity Shop in Surrey which houses over 300 items donated by Joan from her personal wardrobe.. Joan is a patron of Shooting Star and does all she can to support this worthwhile Charity..

Monday, April 8, 2019


The History Behind Rootstein Mannequins

By Hannah Tindle for Another Features.

The Rootstein mannequin is certainly not an everyday figurine. Visual merchandisers the world over – and indeed, anyone familiar with the hauntingly life-like fashion dummies – will attest to the fact that to have a Rootstein on parade in a storefront, or in your living room as a disconcerting decorative item, is akin to parking a Rolls Royce in the driveway of your home (if inclined towards possessing objects of a vehicular nature, rather than plasticised representations of the human form).
Adel Rootstein, who was born in South Africa in 1930, founded the Rootstein mannequin company with her husband from the backroom of a Soho greengrocers, after the pair emigrated to the UK and in settled down in the midst of 1960s London. Her aim was to reinvigorate the fashion mannequin, filling “the void that had existed between fashion coverage in the international media and what actually happened in windows”. Under Rootstein’s watch, featureless figurines gazing into the retail abyss entirely devoid of pupils, their martian-like fingers pointing accusatorily at shoppers became a thing of the past: for Adel’s mannequins were – and evidently still remain, as Miuccia Prada used the Rootstein in Miu Miu’s Pre-Fall 2017 presentation – embodiments of contemporaneous trends, manifesting as three-dimensional models from the pages of a magazine, right down to the somewhat grotesque addition of facial pores.

A Shift in Shape

The era in which the Rootstein company was founded coincided with a radical and literal shift in trend: the fashionable shift dress and a craze for linear, boxy shapes bumped voluptuous silhouettes off the sartorial radar. The ample bosoms of Monroes and Mansfields, which once spilled over from sweetheart necklines, were suddenly rendered passé and replaced with waif-like androgynous figures of Twiggy, Sandie Shaw and Jean Shrimpton. One of Rootstein’s first creations was indeed The Twiggy mannequin, modelled in 1966 and introduced to the American market at the same time as Twiggy made a stateside debut herself. While Adel’s mannequins underwent some kind of frightful crash diet (Twiggy, by no fault of her own, has a lot to answer for when it comes to the way that a less than healthy BMI is a prize possession in the fashion industry), Rootstein cast them in exuberant poses – for no more were mannequins strait-laced, fashion scarecrows; they draped over shop fittings in a multitude of positions, seducing customers into stores via their new technologically advanced physiques cast in fibreglass.

Further Diversification

Prior to her death in the early 1990s, Adel Rootstein attempted to remedy the monolithic way women are represented through the industry’s unforgiving lens, creating shop mannequins that were a little more rotund and squat in appearance. Alas, their success was short-lived. This was not the first occasion where Adel attempted to pioneer diversity, however; around the same time that The Twiggy launched, the first mannequin of colour, sculpted in the likeness of model Donyale Luna, was birthed in the Rootstein factory, unfortunately meeting with a great deal of furore via the whitewashed cultural norms of the 60s. But Rootstein wasn’t deterred in her mission, and since then, countless beauties have stood before her talented squad of sculptors, from Pat Cleveland to a young Naomi Campbell and the inimitable visage of Sayoko Yamaguchi. Alongside taking a staunch position on the importance of upholding racial diversity, Rootstein also made a point of including distinct quirks in the faces and bodies of her dummies, exemplified in the Violetta Sanchez mannequin – moulded to include her subtly crooked nose untouched by the surgeon’s knife – and Joan Collins during her days of playing Alexis Colby in Dynasty.

Sunday, April 7, 2019


Don't forget to pick up your copy of the latest issue of Tatler magazine featuring a sensational shot of Joan on the cover with an exclusive interview inside... 

She’s the A-list’s favourite lunch date – famously entertaining, devastatingly sharp – and has remained Hollywood royalty for seven glamorous decades. Time waits for no man, but it wouldn’t dare take on Joan Collins

Hollywood royalty Joan Collins is our May cover star who is dressed up in diamonds for our shoot, speaking to Emma Elwick-Bates about her fifth husband Percy, why she admires Theresa May, and what she thinks of Liam Payne.
She reveals that her fifth husband Percy, who she recently celebrated her eighteenth wedding anniversary with, often disagrees with her brusqueness, explaining: '[He] says to me sometimes when I'm doing business, "You were very rude to them." And I say, "That's how you have to do business. It's not a social tea party."' 
Indeed, this shrewdness extends to all areas of her life. Still in incredible shape, she recently had a painful Pilates accident which saw her rushed to hospital, but she decided to keep it from the press: 'I didn’t let anybody know. I wasn’t trying to be secretive, but if people find out you’re in the hospital, the next thing you know it’s news.'
Elsewhere in our interview she talks of her admiration for Theresa May, admitting she was rather taken by her when she saw her last year at the Conservative Party Conference. 'She breezed in looking great in Roland Mouret and was brilliant,' she says. 'What I like about her is that she reminds me of one of my headmistresses. They weren't full of personality and vim, but they were strong, and we respected their strengths. She's surmounted all these hurdles that have been thrown in her face.'
In the celebrity world, she knows everyone, and recounts a recent meeting with Liam Payne, who introduced himself to her at the airport. 'He came up and said, "Hello. I'd like to introduce myself. I'm me." He's very nice.' On his reported romance with Naomi Campbell, she quips, 'I think she has possibly the best body of anybody I've ever seen. It's amazing, really fantastic.'  

Saturday, March 23, 2019


The Telegraph

Why Dame Joan Collins is spring's ultimate style muse..

Collins' original Dynasty wardrobe perfectly sums up the mood of the spring/summer 2019 season. The eighties trend kicked off during New York fashion week with Escada, a brand which was a go-to for eighties corporate working women, staging an on-schedule catwalk show for the first time in the brand's history. In celebration of the brand’s 40th anniversary, global design director Niall Sloan's collection saw eighties films including Working Girl and Pretty Woman appear on his moodboard. The results? Plenty of oversized silhouettes, polka dots and languid colour blocking. 
Joan Collins 
Dame Joan Collins photographed in Tatler. See the full feature in the May issue of Tatler available via digital download and newsstands on Thursday 28th March.  CREDIT: LUC BRAQUET
 Marc Jacobs also made reference to the eighties era, and in particular Yves Saint Laurent's signature cuts, but this time around Jacobs took them to the extreme with supersized shoulders and billowing pleated trousers.
Meanwhile, in Paris there was plenty of lamé at Isabel Marant, acid washed denim at Dior and Chanel and thigh-skimming party dresses at Saint Laurent - plus, in Milan, Max Mara showed numerous XXL trouser suits.   
Unsurprisingly, it hasn't taken long for these eighties references to trickle down to the high street too. During a quick look around Zara last week I discovered plenty of neon hued slip dresses, Topshop has a huge selection of white boots and strappy sandals whilst blazers in Arket come complete with padded shoulders.
If you're in need of more inspiration, look to Collin's personal Instagram, where she regularly posts throwback photos and Dynasty video clips of her character, the vampish Alexis Carrington. For your own, inexpensive homage to the era head to Mango for several iterations of crystal and rhinestone pendant earrings.  Backcombed hair, optional. 

Thursday, March 21, 2019


Check out Friday's issue of the 'Daily Express' which features Joan on the cover and an article inside.. 


When it comes to pure Hollywood glamour, nobody does it better than Joan and in the May issue of 'Tatler' magazine Joan goes all out to dazzle with this sensational cover and an exclusive interview inside with more sensational shots.. Grab your copy next Thursday! 

Wednesday, March 20, 2019


JOAN COLLINS shares her secrets to her happy marriage with her fifth husband...

A few days before my wedding anniversary last month, I was invited to appear on ITV’s This Morning to discuss my ‘secrets to a happy marriage’.
At first, this took me by surprise given that, on paper, my four failed marriages would suggest I don’t have the makings of a top relationship counsellor.
But, upon reflection, I recalled the story of the man who, when he was stopped in the street and asked: ‘How do you get to Carnegie Hall?’, replied: ‘Practise, practise, practise’ — and I certainly have a lot of that.
When Percy and I married on February 17, 2002, everyone said it couldn’t last.
Sniggering behind their simulated fans, even some of my friends were doubtful — not least because he’s 32 years my junior and I don’t have a fabulous track record.
Yet, 17 years later, we are thriving, happy and still in love.

After I managed to reel off a handful of tips on air, I enlisted Percy’s help to reflect on what things we do for each other that seem to spell success.
Providing you haven’t married a drunk, a cheat, or a psychopath, hopefully our tips can help you, too:
1. Don’t rush
What strikes me most about our marriage is that Percy and I began our relationship as friends, when touring together on a play he was managing in the U.S. called Love Letters. That friendship continued for nine months before we became romantically involved.
Because we were so compatible on every level and liked doing the same things, we had a strong foundation for a really good relationship and a happy marriage.
He’s my soulmate and that’s what you should aim for.
There are a lot of good partners out there, but they don’t grow on trees — and rarely in nightclubs and bars!
2. Have your own space
It is vitally important to respect each other’s space.
In any relationship where you share a home, there will be physical ‘spheres of influence’. For me, it’s my bathroom, with my lovely dressing table and my walk-in wardrobe. For Percy, it’s his office (and, yes, his own bathroom).
Here we can organise what is important to us in our individual ways, and I would never infringe or comment on his surroundings — much like he never does on mine.
As ideal as it would be for most people to have separate bathrooms (especially in the hard-pressed mornings), just try to establish a beachhead in your home that you call your own, and make sure your partner does, too.
3. Accept your differences
Always be aware that you are two completely different individuals, no matter how compatible you may be.
Even though you may like to think so, she or he is not going to be on exactly the same wavelength and may not think or act in the same way that you would. This is a strength, not a weakness — use it and capitalise on it.
4. Don’t be needy
Independence is one of the most admirable traits in men and women.
Both sexes are attracted to people who can take charge and get things done, and the couple who can successfully share the power makes them unbeatable.
5. Respect their opinions
If he loves Corbyn (however unlikely!) and you hate him, and this leads to a heated discussion, then remember that you married this person because you trusted their values and opinions, and a few discrepancies don’t annul the entire package.
Divergence of opinion and taste is healthy and challenging — vive la difference!
6. Never go to sleep angry with each other
Of course you will have arguments — you’re only human — but try to resolve them before you go to sleep, as the next day they may fester and lead to resentment. Don’t slam the door shut on each other.

7. Treasure the little things
One partner bringing the other a cup of tea or coffee in the morning, praise for a home-cooked meal (even though it may be the same thing you’ve eaten for the past ten years!), a compliment for a haircut or outfit. Try to notice the little things and praise them, and you may find it is requited.
8. Play nice
Overlook trivial idiosyncrasies, and try never to criticise — much less insult — each other.
Nasty jibes can lie dormant and metastasise into a cancer that will strangle your marriage.
You can, and should, advise, caution and even gently tease each other — but watch the fine line between a jokey jibe and a cutting, sarcastic remark and, if overstepped, apologise quickly.
9. Remember the important dates
Never forget each other’s birthdays and your anniversary! And, if you want your relationship to thrive, it’s recommended you remember other key dates, such as the day you met, your first date, the day you proposed and any other red-letter dates in your lives.
10. Accept their family and friends
Try to accept and, if possible, actively enjoy and embrace, your partner’s family and friends.
But, above all, do not criticise or demean them — especially mothers! Remember that these are the people who surrounded and nurtured your significant other long before you met them, and are as important to him or her as you are.
11. Always take their side
If your partner is angry with their family, don’t undermine him/her. You can always gently coax him or her to forgive and forget later, but always agree in the first instance!
12. Don’t dwell on old flames
Don’t spurt out your whole life history and/or past love stories. Particularly the latter.
No matter how much they ask for honesty, your partner doesn’t want to know how many other people you’ve slept with or what a successful seducer you’ve been.

Of course, they’d be dumb not to know you’ve had a love-life in the past, but usually they don’t really want to think about it.
13. Be intimate
Even if you’re not the touchy-feely type, physical contact was natural at the beginning of your relationship and you have to be careful not to lose that bridge — especially if you’re not big at expressing your feelings verbally.
It’s not a prelude to sex — it’s showing love in a warm and caring way. But if it does lead to sex, then enjoy the ride!
14. Think of each other as equal
Never make each other feel like one of you is more important than the other in the marriage. Even if one has a high-powered job or is trying to manage with a large family, realise that the other may feel inadequate.

15. Be punctual
Lateness can be misconstrued for lack of concern, and it may be a subconscious way of showing your partner that you are the more important half, so be aware of it.
16. Pitch in and help out
Do the dishes or help with the grocery shopping or the DIY. Nothing is beneath either of you, and there is no such thing as ‘man’ or ‘woman’ work any more. Welcome to the 21st century.
17. Don’t bottle up your feelings
We are all too rushed to face what might be bothering us, so take the time to sit down with your partner — away from devices or the TV or the children — and have an honest conversation about it.
Be judicious about this — it needn’t be a daily summit. Almost every problem can be made to go away if you spare five minutes to touch base.
18. Remember your special moments
Cherish the things you noticed when you first came together, be it a love song or a special place, a favourite food or a particular movie, and be ready to acknowledge it to each other when it comes up.
19. Don’t compare to others
Don’t compare each other unfavourably to family or friends. Nothing can be more hurtful than saying: ‘I wish you could be more like . . . ‘
20. Jealousy is a killer
And I’m not just talking about the other sex. Envy of a partner’s intelligence, charm or ease of doing certain things will only make you feel bad about yourself and angry towards them.
Recognise that it’s not their problem, but, instead, is probably down to you not being happy in your own skin.
21. Make future plans together
Set out goals about where you see yourselves next week, next year and in the next ten years. Plan things together — important birthdays, anniversary parties, Christmas, holidays. The plans you make will give you something to look forward to when the grind of life weighs on you.
22. Say ‘I love you’
And, most importantly, tell each other that you love one another as frequently as possible. Do it every time you say goodbye and every evening before you go to sleep.