Copyright-free picture from Tack-o-RamaDon't get me wrong - I love my husband dearly. In November we'll have been married 11 years (and together for 16) but there are times I could cheerfully strangle him.
Tonight being one of them.
Slightly the worse for wear, he insisted on helping to put away the washing up, and tried to force a jug onto a shelf already full of glasses. It was obvious there wasn't even half an inch of room - so of course he tried to force it, and a glass fell out, smashed on the kitchen work top and lacerated his big toe. Blood all over the place.
So now he's sulking and feeling very hard done by. And exactly HOW is it my fault?
Isn't it always the way...
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