Dear Uncle Nick,
It has got to the stage where every day that I get in from the battlefield, the mem-sahib does all she can to get on my tits. The result of this is that I am perpetually grumpy and a shouting match usually ensues. In addition to this, I have recently discovered the reason for my lack of sleep. The bloody woman has been secreting a tape recorder under my pillow in attempt to brain-wash me into buying her a new car! She is obviously mad as a snake, but what should I do?