She's been pushing her luck with me recently. We have an unwritten rule. She gets the bed at night-time. I have the bed during the day. And never the two shall meet. But she has spent the last two days and nights in bed, claiming to be ill. Moaning, groaning and feeling sorry for herself.
Self pity is an extremely unattractive trait in women. I got some small revenge by wiping my drool all over the sofa and 'accidentally' missing the toilet bowl once or twice. When she got up today she said she was feeling a little better until she came downstairs and started clearing up after me.
I do these things for her own good. I hope she's learned her lesson.
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