Look at this photo today, Henry in the bath , definitely one for the ladies. For mine, young Henry here evokes Mr Darcy here, strapping, proud, defiant; every inch of him the gentleman. Take a second glance, and he’s Bond , Henry Bond . Look again and it’s Sir Thomas More . Truly a man for all seasons . You have to admit that he looks the sort of fellow that can run the mile in three minutes, tie a Windsor knot with his eyes closed, wrangle a dozen rogue elephants with his bare hands, sing a baritone like Paul Robeson, and solve the Da Vinci Code in mere seconds. Think MacGyver in a cloth nappy. Now don’t confuse the dripping liquid down his rippling chest with mere bathwater. Oh no. That’s sweat. The sweat that can only come with extreme physical exertion. I had him out back all of yesterday breaking boulders with his teeth. Did he complain...? What do you think? [Don’t forget today’s question , now don’t be shy, this is social science in action...]