It is allways downputting when you are reminded about your location in the food chain. My wifeis away in a luxurious holiday resort in Queensland, looking after our grandson while the younger daughter attends a conference. I ring her daily to touch base with her and you would expect an immediate response of a warm greeting. Not so, "How are the dog, the cat and the goldfish, did you feed them last night, have they got clean water" is the usual introduction to the conversation. Then we move onto the dishes, did I put the vacuum cleaner through the house in case someone comes. It must be great to be in the seat of power, I don't know because I have never been there, not in the whole 37 years of our marriage. I rang yesterday and she had poolside lunch supplied, sunbaking and chatting to other motel guests. Being a person who has allways avoided domestic arguements, the day I got married, I was walking down the main street in Suva and said, that if there needed to be a boss of the house, she could be it, if we had a disagreement, she would be right and I would be wrong - peace at any price. The reply was "To think I have just married a gutless bastard who won't stand up for himself"!! I go to putty when I see a woman cry or the myriad of emotional antics in the arsenal women have to win an arguement. And yes, I have fed, the dog, the cat and the goldfish |