I was sitting here this morning minding my own business.
Herself came in.
"Would you ever nip down to the village, post these things and collect a woman?"
"A woman?" says I.
"Yes. Are you daft? You know what a woman is? Long hair and glasses."
I am not the type to argue and I gave up asking questions decades ago. It’s not worth the hassle.
I went and posted the yokes she gave me and then hung around the village until I saw a woman with long hair and glasses.
I bundled her into the car. She seemed a bit surprised, but I’m going to use the Nuremberg Defence if it comes to trial.
I drove home and gave the woman to Herself. Herself was delighted.
I’m hiding in my den now. I don’t know what they are up to, and I don’t want to know. Maybe herself has gone back to her medical experiments? Maybe she just felt like a woman to woman chat? There is a lot of crashing and banging going on out there, but I’m staying where I am. I have Sandy with me for security.
There are times when a man knows when to keep his head down.