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Sunday 30 November 2014

43: Seeing shadows - or are we on the edge

Things have been going fine since our return from an holiday abroad. Expensive handbag, diamond ring from a  well known shop, workmen in the house - all good. Thank God the house choice was her's or there would be so much and so many 'I told you so's.'

It's been mostly fun at home - a refreshing change. Usual commands and instructions barked but I say nothing about the bags that remain unpacked after four weeks - or, indeed, anything else.

But.....

She goes out for a girls' night on Friday evening. Comes back at 1:30 in the morning. Obviously nothing wrong with that but I only know the time because she stomps about in her boots for ten minutes on our wooden floors. I do mention it the next morning - but only in humour.

Saturday, I do the soccer run while she lies in. No problem.

This morning, I make time to go to the gym at 9 but am back by 11 am. Have set up the son with biscuits and milk expecting her to make breakfast. Nothing done by the time I return - has probably woken late.

Make brunch for us all, do three hours of ironing which has piled up.

She puts some clothes in the wash and brings our son to tears over some simple spelling homework.

I play soccer with him for an hour, she finally showers and goes to the shops.

I prepare dinner for our son, supervise his piano. She prepares our dinner to be fair.

I watch a particular TV show at 9 pm but as I am taking our son up to bed for a little reading, a quick hug and sleep, she says I have to clean the oven. Now.

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