I can't get into trouble for this, no missus, but I reckon all women should be banned from entering the workshop.
You come home from work to find that old tin of paint has been opened with your favourite screw driver. The lid is left off, dripping paint all over your work bench, and the screw driver used to stir the paint, is still in the tin. Glancing left, your best chisel is chipped on the corner, it wasn't like that this morning. The chip perfectly matches the protruding screw out on the balcony. Looking up, your best camel hair brush is missing.......
Following your eyes up from the oil spill on the floor, you find a tin of Singer sewing machine oil lying on it's side with the red plastic cap missing.
You can't invite the missus in proudly showing her your latest project. "That's nice dear, when are you going to fix that lose step on the veranda".
On your way out, you notice your beautifully restored plane has been moved. You heart sinks when you look at the blade. Someone has planed across a nail or two.
Out in the yard, your heart starts racing when you see your micrometer out on the table in the rain. Your missus apologizes again saying she won't use it as a spanner again, and so on etc etc.
At this point it's probably best to stop crying and have a double scotch.
Ken
