boik
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So to precis then..... if a woman doesn't do chores exactly the same way as her man does then she's doing it wrong? It was much easier when women just knew their place!
That literally happened to me this morning. Twice. Two women getting on the same bus, at different stops both had to rummage around inside their TARDIS bags for their bus pass, added minutes onto the journey FFS!
Just a minor irritation, but why do women assume that you will hear what they say even though you are in a different room?
To speak in a low voice, with head down while doing something - the sound is never going to travel .. First you get the hearer's attention, right?
" No, I am not deaf ...you have to speak so as to be heard"
Most of the time. I also find myself counting to 10 quite a lot too.
She also doesn't know how to put a teabag in the bin. She just leaves them on the draining board next to the sink staining it brown. Next week I am going to conduct an experiment. I'm going to take a photo with a post it note next to the pile denoting how many days it will build up for before I either tell her to throw them away or give in and end up doing it myself.
On a similar note, I was so fed up with my 16 year old leaving full cups of tea, that I made a Facebook album of his 'Unloved Cuppas'. It is quite an attractive album the and he is starting to mend his ways.
For all the blokes on here moaning about the shortcomings of their betrothed, I can only imagine their better halves shag like porn stars - else why did you marry them?
Probably staged like a lot of things to get hits
as a member of the fairer sex.
To be fair I think you're actually supposed to wash clothes inside out. Especially colours. Supposed to help keep the colours vibrant for longer or something.
God yes, the piles of letters, clothes, receipts, diaries, cards etc. That I continually ask her to clear away. A task she suddenly embarks upon at 10pm on a Wednesday evening that for some inexplicable reason now requires my assistance.
These bloody piles of stuff. In fact any job that needed doing a month ago seems to commence at some ungodly hour just as I'm trying to get chilled before bed. I've been in the loft at midnight looking for god knows what!
Yet I leave a spanner or a book on the side for more than 20 seconds and I'm "turning the flat upside down".
Ffs
On the subject of TV programmes....
Mrs H simply LOVES all those fly-on-the-wall programs about hospitals, vets, ambulances, baliffs and the like. I have no interest whatsoever so she records them. When she comes to watch them I beetle off into the room next door and go on the computer. I can see her from there but cannot see the telly (thank goodness as I don't want to see bones and intestines all over the place).
She then insists on giving me a running commentary and saying "Look at that" when, in order to view it (it'll be an alsatian with a prolapsed anus or somesuch) I'd need to be able to see through walls. No matter how many times I say I don't want to look at it, the commentary continues.
On the subject of TV programmes....
Mrs H simply LOVES all those fly-on-the-wall programs about hospitals, vets, ambulances, baliffs and the like. I have no interest whatsoever so she records them. When she comes to watch them I beetle off into the room next door and go on the computer. I can see her from there but cannot see the telly (thank goodness as I don't want to see bones and intestines all over the place).
She then insists on giving me a running commentary and saying "Look at that" when, in order to view it (it'll be an alsatian with a prolapsed anus or somesuch) I'd need to be able to see through walls. No matter how many times I say I don't want to look at it, the commentary continues.