On the train back from London I did my best to sleep. The Mrs, on the other hand, pulled out a copy of Marie Claire which she now insists that she did not buy but had just "found." I glanced over. There was an article on how women could be more successful in their careers.
Point 8 -Smile. Apparently it makes everyone feel happier so will help women climb the greasy pole. Point 11 - Say Thank You. jeepers it was total rubbish. How about working hard, don't demand special treatment and - in the private sector at least - you will be rewarded on merit? Oh no.... point 7 - praise your colleagues to make them like you. Whatever....
I turned away and tried to count sheep and get to sleep but was woken up by the sound of tearing as the Mrs ripped out a particularly interesting article on skin potions costing an arm and a leg. Apparently 78% of women feel better if they do not have a skin condition. That, according to the article, was a scientific fact. Really? Do 22% of the female population either not care or positively embrace the idea of having stacks of zits or facial warts?
When I pledged to stay with the Mrs for better or for worse, in sickness and in health and for richer or poorer there was nothing in our vows about how an intelligent woman could give me grounds for divorce by reading such complete and utter airhead fodder piffle.
Surely catching your Mrs reading Marie Claire should be like a wife catching her husband reading kiddie porn, an automatic grounds for divorce?