If a volcano suddenly erupted in Herefordshire I'd probably struggle to notice. I was reading a book about Beetles over breakfast this very a.m. when I became aware of discontent. In contrast to Mrs Grumpy, I'm fairly good at minding my own business, but down many years I've become aware of the difference between a ray of sunshine and a wife with a grievance.
"Could you be any more useless?" she asked, as I quickly consulted Aristotle and Cliff Richard in search of credible answer. With a thousand things to do before beginning her 2023 inspection of the European continent, she naturally started at D before A and ended up at Q.
Peace has resumed after a local hairdresser arrived and talked non-stop psycho-babble, thus deflecting attention away from my usual shortcomings as a part-time member of the human race. Ah well, it'll be bedtime soon, so I give thanks for The Three Bears. Again.