I must be on something of a roll. Or loaf.
When I retired from the law, one promise I made was to even the balance of running the house, given the bulk of it had fallen on the Textiliste’s shoulders while I swanned about wearing stupidly expensive suits and pretending to be important. I’m still carrying what will be an unpayable debt, but one way I do try and pull my weight is in the kitchen. I enjoy it so it’s a bit of a cheat. Unlike ironing which I neither like or do, to me continual shame…
So herself takes some pleasure in finding recipes and leaving them lying around…
‘Do we have…?’
Yes, we did.
‘And do you think…?’
Yes, she did.
‘And what about you?’
So I did.
And it was a good decision…
It’s a hard life, but someone must live it….