I have to tidy the spare room/office/dressing room this weekend. Mr Wench nearly broke his neck trying to get a shirt out of the wardrobe this morning. 
What is it with women and space, the more they have the more they want. I was having a word with the memsahib earlier today about the amount of kit she has in the bathroom, bloody hell! What is it with you women, I have a small corner above the sink, this contains the following items,
1xrazor
1x toothbrush ( I have my own tooth)
1x tootpaste mint flavour
1x shaving foam Asda flavour
1x mouth wash(froths when you gargle)
1x can of underarm smelly
1x soap, bar, smellys girlie but I use it.
And that is my bloody lot,....Now Beelezeebub my missus has the remaining 40 cubic bloody feet of space.. I counted what she has...50+ plus items, some that look most dangerous in chrome, a bunch of bottles and cans with large phallic shaped heads (I darent ask her what they are for) She has more brushes than Michelango used to paint that boody ceiling. Candles, bloody dozens of them all over the bloody place it looks like a buddhist temple. Wooden devices for massaging feet, back and places I have not seen since the old King was on the throne. Towels, small and fluffy, big and fluffy..hers not to be touched by me. Quote,
I have no wish to use a towel that you have used to dry your arse Unquote
So in a fit of madness I asked her if she needed all that stuff, have you ever said something, knowing that you were going to regret, yet you still did it? I had reached that point... I waited...she did not say a word, just a look, what us blokes call The Look, the look that would stop a wounded premenstrual water buffalo in it's tracks....I whimpered and retreated to my den (shed)..... Life can be so unfair .
