I was recently reading some news article about how to save money in these harsh cost-cutting times.
The author, the female of the species I must point out and no doubt one of those ‘Muzz’ types, constantly included feminist and of course safety play words into her piece eg ‘it’s a fair exchange, I do the washing and ironing and ‘hubby’ does the DIY’ (these feminist types always have to score points don’t they?). Well now, God forbid that she should do some laundering without some kind of pay-pack from the husband. Can’t have that now can we? Equality of the sexes and all that tosh. For the record, my wife and I are indeed equal, she’s just more equal than me most of the time.
The article immediately reminded me of my own domestic situation. I do all the washing and ironing, the cleaning, the washing-up……and fat chance I have of the missus doing anything in return, the only DIY she knows is swigging from a bottle of red wine! In fact, she’s the only woman I know who has corns on her bum from sitting down all day trying to work out how best to wind me up – not really, but you get my point. Come to think of it, I’d better not leave this particular edition of the Star lying around, she’ll stop giving me my pocket money or something, that’s after she’s given me 50 shades of retribution!
And as for who does the shopping, don’t ask. The other day I asked the missus, very politely I must stress, to pick up a yard brush from B&Q. You know, the back yard needs constant brushing what with two dogs and so on. What does she come back with? A brush with a three foot head on it! I’m serious.
That’s what a lack of shopping experience does for you, mind you she’s a true adept when it comes to TK Maxx and women’s clothes shops generally. And as for the hairdresser’s – what on earth do women do in there?
The last time my wife came out of one, I nearly asked her for a date!