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‘MARK! – come here!’ barks my wife Mandy.I holler back ‘What is it now? – for God’s sake – I’m trying to get some work done here!’ (neglecting to state that the work I was engaged upon was trying to hack into my wife’s email account to spy on her extra-marital activities). I shuffle into the back garden from where Mandy was calling me.‘Look at this – when you’ve finished playing with my underwear, please have the decency to clear up behind yourself! What would happen if my daughters were to...