17 Oct 08
Only when a relationship has been running for a good few years does a couple settle into that gently contented, bickering familiarity that sees the same old arguments resurfacing on a regular basis.
Frantically trying to behave like grown-ups, the future ex-Mrs ff-C and I have almost learned to avoid the most dangerous topics. For instance, her attitude to a new recipe's list of ingredients being somewhat cavalier, a good deal of scrapping is now side-stepped by the simple expedient of never occupying the kitchen at the same time.
Similarly, a grass cutting rota has become unnecessary since the missus so conveniently demonstrated her complete inability to start the new mower, much as good fortune has blessed me with a lack of the relevant musculature necessary to retrieve dirty clothes from the bedroom floor...
Indeed, aside from the issue of whether the household ranks really need to be further swelled by the inclusion of a dog, pretty much the only bone of contention that remains is that of packing the car.
