Last night's little tiff was all to do with how I am always right. I try to stop myself from pronouncing the best way to do anything; from explaining the reason why condensation runs down some kitchen walls but not others; how putting the lid on a pan of boiling water with potatoes in it does not stop the steam from coming out (actually, I am not 100% sure about this one, but don't tell her I said so), but when you are infallibly right about absolutely everything, it can be difficult to stand by and keep your mouth shut - to accept the flawed and inferior opinions of others.
Being a man who has an almost infinite knowledge of the universe and all its arcane workings is one of those endearing little traits that I mentioned in the last post.
This is the new heater - delivered double-boxed. I am quite proud of myself for getting it up three flights of stairs on my own. Mind you, I could hardly walk for about 15 minutes afterwards.
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