I suppose one of the few things for which I can consider myself blame-free (and possibly this applies to men in general)is tissues in the washing. Certainly when I emptied the machine tonight, hung out the washing, and felt free to comment on the bits of tissue stuck all over the darks, I was not subject to any adverse reaction, or counter-argument, and was even allowed a little whisky, which was brought down by herself from Scotland, only yesterday.
I am even allowed a little tolerance of my possible tropical lurgy. Last husband she had she had no sympathy at all when he had what turned out to be pneumonia. So that's a good sign, too.
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You're male and therefore inferior...
despite an ability to handle ten things at a time at work, you can't possibly multitask in the home...
despite being held up (threateningly) as the ultimate parental disciplinary arbiter, don't you dare try to exercise that privilege...you have no judgement...
in fact, by expressing a firm and definite view you are in breach of all kinds of pre-nuptial understandings...
Above all, don't for f***s sake try to be reasonable or logical...
Just get on with such menial tasks as you can be trusted with, and keep your head down.
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