BICKERING

“My wife doesn’t understand me,” the man on the park bench confided with slumped shoulders.

“I never seem to be able to do anything right. It’s never quite the way she would like it. There’s always a better way but it’s not mine. I try my best to please and, just when I think I have, my hopes are dashed and we bicker. Sometimes we bicker and bicker.

Without realising it I think our relationship has always been like this but when we were young the making up was sensational but now things have changed.

My wife doesn’t. Understand me?”