I was doing the ironing in the kitchen when Husband walked through into the hall. After a minute or so he called, 'Can you move Betty for me?'
'No!' I shouted. 'I'm in the middle of my ironing!'
It all went quiet and then Husband came into the kitchen, a big grin on his face. 'I was talking to Younger Son,' he said.
Fiddle! A whole week's worth of assertiveness used up in one fell swoop. And wasted!
Husband came over and kissed me on the cheek. 'She's lovely, isn't she, George?'