An Ideal Husband

My Dear Fellows and Dear Princess,

One of the things I love about my new location is the commute. Which is short, and picturesque. Today's blip, for example, is the mural you see as you travel up the hill on the cable-car. I think it's quite jolly, in a "Mr. Benn" sort of way.

However, one can have too much of a good thing.

Today I was to meet Er Indoors after work. She was doing some womanny girl lady things in town. I'm sure she told me they were, but all I heard was something to do with beauty treatments and make-up I think there was possible sandal shopping taking place. And something to do with feet. 

I AM NOT A SEXIST

(To prove my point, some bloke tried to engage me in sport chat the other day and all I heard was number of runs blah blah possible draw blah blah Black-Caps will be lucky. And something to do with balls.)

But I digress. Today, I'd had quite a busy day at work. I've been asking for access to particular tool for ages because it would make my life (and everyone else's life) easier. Anyway, just 2 months and a lot of whining later, they finally agreed so I was getting stuck in there being useful. And everything else went clear out of my head.

I left work just after 4pm, still thinking about it. I bought groceries then absent-mindedly caught the cable-car home. Only to remember halfway up that Er Indoors had said, "Facial... make-up... shopping... something to do with feet... AND I'LL MEET YOU AT 4.30 IN TOWN..."

Drat, drat and TRIPLE EFFING DRAT.

Anyway. So. Because I am unable to admit to my Lovely Wife that I am a USELESS HUSBAND. I got off the cable-car, jogged downhill, dodged traffic - all the while still carrying my groceries - and met her as planned outside David Jones at 4.30pm. 

Ssshhhh, you people. She was NONE THE WISER.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked, out of breath. "Stop for a coffee? Get something nice to eat? Look around the shops a bit more?"

"Oh no," she replied. "We can just go home. You look a bit tired."

So I caught the cable-car. Again. Twenty minutes after I'd caught it the first time. Now I am b*ggered.

But at least the illusion that I am An Ideal Husband has been preserved.

Yes it HAS. 

Shut up.

S.