Men…oh…men

~ Diary of a Dublin housewife
  • I’ve done that washing up for you, Bernie.
  • For me?
  • Yeah, I just said.
  • Why is it for me?
  • So you don’t have to do it.
  • But did you not do it for yourself?
  • What do you mean?
  • I’m not the only one who had dinner. I cooked it, but it wasn’t just for me.
  • I know, it was lovely. So I did the washing up for you.
  • Could you not just say you did the washing up?
  • I just did.
  • No, you said you did the washing up for me. It’s your washing up too.
  • Don’t start Bernie.
  • Don’t start what?
  • Going all women’s lib.
  • Are you serious? Women’s lib? What’s this 1965?
  • You’re in that mood again.
  • What mood?
  • That mood you get into when…
  • Don’t even say it, Jimmy
  • Say what?
  • Just don’t.
  • I never mentioned the menopause.
  • For fucks sake.

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