So just in case your mind is racing towards the gutter, this show isn’t what you think it is. It’s a show where wives do get swapped but the concept is that the women go into other families and adjust to running the home and family the way the original wife/ mummy would. The results are ALWAYS disastrous.

The programme will deliberately swap wives with extreme opposite lifestyles, such as a dramatically messy wife swapping with a freakishly neat one. Despite using a phrase from the swinging lifestyle, couples participating in the show do not share a bed with the swapped spouse while swapping homes.

During the first week, the new wife must comply with exactly the same rules and lifestyle of the wife she is replacing. Each wife leaves a house manual which explains her role in the family and the duties she holds.

During the second week, the new wives are allowed to establish their own rules, and their new families must adhere to these new household rules. It usually takes a while for the families to adjust to this policy, meanwhile the wives disperse a sum of money to the family they have become immersed in, to do what the wives see fit to spend it on.

At the end of the two weeks, the two couples all meet together for the first time, and the wives, along with their husbands, discuss how they felt about the two weeks. This often descends into personal insults and has degenerated into violence a few times. More often than not, however, both families reach toward a middle ground and express that they have learned from the experience. Sometimes, the table meeting is a very heartfelt and emotional time for the two families who sometimes have complete and mutual respect for each other. A few weeks later the cameras return to record what changes have occurred since the wife swap.

I watched an episode where a pirate (yes pirate, as in Arrrr!!) family mum got swapped with a neatness freak. I sided with the neatness freak on this one. The frikking pirates were out of hand and I was horrified that their 13 year old daughter was using the F word to freely express herself. You’ve got to draw the line somewhere! Wonder how it would fare here in Kenya. Imagine a Gujerati mum swapping with a Kikuyu one….