And at least one of the husbands must be a woman who had her sex changed by going to a notary and taking an oath that she’s a man.

The irony of commending their vice-president for his moral fortitude and marital devotion while electing the pussy-grabber-in-chief as President has totally eluded them.

Yes, you are. It’s called Spot The Hypocrisy.

Labour has been going on about progressive liberal cosmopolitan LGBTQI+ brave new worlds, and all we get in their promo material are photoshoots of traditional conservative nuclear families, with the heterosexual couple married in a Roman Catholic church, with a stay-at-home mum baking gingerbread and the kids in party frocks.

I’m in the same position. This is so true.

If the woman’s height is also coupled with what they perceive to be her ‘superior social status’, the resentments engendered by the nature of their upbringing and their small stature provoke a simmering rage that becomes uncontrollable.

This is especially so when the woman in question steps on their toes. This happens even in private, but in public it becomes for them a matter of honour in the Sicilian meaning of the term.

And please don’t seek to lecture me about these matters, because unlike you, I have lived them on a daily basis for almost 30 years. One of the reasons I never wear high heels is because Maltese men are threatened enough by me as it is, let alone if I make myself six feet tall by putting on the kind of shoes Maltese women wear habitually.

The devil is invariably in the detail – which is how your failure to use capital letters and punctuation, while yet hyphenating ‘nit-picking’, and your inability to spell my name, speak volumes about you.

Talking of which, what happened to their ‘leader’ term? Not being used anymore?