Women are famed for having emotions that have a greater range than men. At least that's what I've experienced. The household female however has comparatively few emotions. Well one really if you can call permanent irritation an emorion. Maybe we should call it misery. In all other respects she could be an android. Even after 10 years together I have never seen her do anything much for pleasure. Food is little more than a necessity to her, she barely touches alcohol, denies herself flavour etc. Not what you'd call a party girl. The closest analogy might be she's like Leonard Hofstater 's mother in the Big Bang Theory .... there's little emotion. Add to that lots of over analysis, neurotic behaviour and oceans of negativity and you get the picture. Maybe Marvin the android would be a better comparison.
Why am I describing this? She's been away all week at her ma's. During thus time I've finished the painting, commissioned the sink and dishwasher in the new kitchen, snagged the leaks, installed and levelled the units, made temporary work surfaces, moved in the fridge, taken off the remaining granite surfaces from the old kitchen, removed all the old units and decommissioned the old plumbing. I've also arranged surveys for a chimney installation and chatted to a plasterer. Its a full on week.
So when she walks in and sees the kitchen for the first time, I imagine most living wives would at least coo a few appreciative words, others say nice things, some might be excited or happy. Mine stood there, looked around made a few neutral comments and found fault in the painting I'd done.
I despair.
My next project is going to be a time machine. I'm going back 12 years to have a word with my younger self