Mrs Mop

Pulled a sickie and stayed at home yesterday with Him, because we had a silly row in the morning before work, He walked out, then called me three minutes later in tears, came home, and cried for the first time since his father died 8 years ago. And that's all the detail you're getting, because it's private.

But it ended up being a nice day, in a funny sort of way. Once the emotional crisis part was over, we fixed the video/TV/DVD wiring (men like practical problems after showing emotion) and I indulged my creative side by designing a kind of light sculpture inside one of our tables using coloured cocktail glasses and suspended hidden bulbs...

However, today I am in the mindset that being creative and clever and all of that stuff is actually not much use when you can't manage to keep your house tidy, cook, or do any of the other things that most women (and very specifically the women of His family) do effortlessly. Not a great feminist thought for International Women's Day, but there you go.

Have just spent an hour on the internet searching for cheap dishwashers and spring-cleaning services...