And quietly and without complaining, the old bloke's been keeping the home fires burning (literally!), walking the dog, doing the food shopping, and has even ventured into the kitchen to make dinner.
All this while putting up with me stressing about late deliveries of supplies, making endless lists of things I need to do, disappearing for days on end into my workroom, and staying up too late to just finish knitting that scarf.
I knew there was a good reason I married him.
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Three cheers to our blokes! But I am wondering where you found one who makes dinner??
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