So I go into my toolbox a little earlier today. It's nice and tidy. Tools well arranged, bottom clean.
All very well and good. Except that I know that last weekend I left it messy, tools scattered, 1/4 of an inch of sawdust on the bottom. The way a man's toolbox should be, in other words.
What has happened? My wife has tidied my toolbox! Now, as any man knows, few things are as dear to him as his toolbox. It's personal. Nothing should intrude upon the sanctity of the toolbox.
So now I have a conundrum. What do I do?
Do I:
a) let it pass without mention? This will preserve domestic harmony, but at the expense of my quietitude. It will also send the unspoken message that it is OK to intrude upon my toolbox, with future tidyings resulting. Do women realise how difficult it is to find any tools once the toolbox has been tidied?
b) lambast the wench? This will restore the sanctity of the toolbox. Unfortunately it will also make me feel like a cad, because I reward an intended kindness with said lambasting. I will no doubt end up using the toolbox to build myself a doghouse to sleep in. Us men have to understand that women simply don't understand these things.
I confess my nearly nine years of marriage have left me entirely unequipped to deal with such an intricate and dangerous situation. This is obviously a "thirty year" problem, and quite why I should have to deal with it now I don't know. I'm too young to die.
Expatbrit