Keep away from my stuff, woman. They just don't understand about the things that are precious to men. We have separate bedrooms and mine is my mancave in the house. I don't want my stuff dusting or me books re-arranging. I know where all my important stuff lives.
She swore at me and called me 'a filthy pig' once 'cos I put a banana skin in MY bin. If we have visitors coming, MY stuff downstairs gets tidied away and I find it on my bed with the door shut. I feel she's trying to remove all traces that I live there.
I like bits of my black faux leather computer chair on my carpet. It's just as comfy and the bits don't affect my life one tuppeny fart... I don't want her to touch anything in the workshop except the freezer....it's all mine ! Big fuss yesterday when I tried to get her out of the warm lounge to help me with a little job. I just wanted her to watch a dial gauge while I turned the camshaft. After a moan she went and put her white anorak on. At that stage I said forget it and managed to do it myself. I'd have got a right good verbal spanking if the coat had got a bit of muck on it !
Grrrrr.
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