A clash over what time I was going to work one morning sparked a row that,as normal, I later realised was my faultThe finish of lockdown could not near soon enough for the Ranganathans. We have moved into the realm of actively hunting for things to argue approximately, and just to feel something. After long,mute days, we prowl the house, and looking for any kind of perceived injustice as an excuse for a row. The other day we fell into a disagreement which would be so pathetic to elaborate to somebody that I have decided it makes perfect material for public consumption.
I was due to go to work. This is normally a cause for absolute joy in the house; for one thing,it means my wife gets a break from me; for another, there is a fighting chance I will have some anecdotes that aren’t based on my last trip to the fridge. Related: My charity Easter egg post was dairy shamed: what happened to the milk of human kindness? Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com