Around 6 pm
“Hello husband, did you have a nice day at work?”
“Yes wife, how about you?”
“It was fine.”
Some five hours later
“I am going to bed, good night husband.”
“Good night, wife.”
But when I go out for a coffee date with an old copain, I can talk ABOUT my husband for three hours.
PS. If my husband has left a wine prop on the table, put my bra in the tumble drier or the scissors in the wrong drawer, the daily conversation is supplemented by a short monologue from my side. I don't think my husband is listening or is he just extremely stupid making the same mistakes again and again?
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