Why is it that when I come home from work, I’m the one who has to feed the cats, cook the dinner, do the washing, take out the rubbish, water the plants and wash up, whilst my boyfriend happily surfs the net until his dinner’s ready?

I think I must have ‘mug’ written across my forehead.  I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t work, but I do and bloody hard’s more to the point.  The last thing I want to do after a day at work is start all over again, but hey ho that’s my life – dull as dish water.