All this time, I've been referring to him as Ricarro. I thought this was 'love language' for him being exciting and romatic.
For him, it was all about high performance racing seats. So high perfomance, that Recaro even provide 'sit training' for how to... wait for it... sit in your car. (Has it ever struck you that men sometimes overcomplicate things?)
Back to the name 'n' shame. I'm a bit shocked at this revelation. Where's the romance? Meanwhile, he's appalled at my terrible spelling of Ricarro and thinks it reeks of 'Rickeeee' and Eastenders.
In deference to it being his nickname, I'll now be referring to him as Recaro.
And lest you think I'm on the back foot, I'm not. As evidence of his slack attitude to parenting, I think the photos aptly demonstrate that he takes his responsibilities lying down.