The target of my ire is our Dyson. The cable in particular. It winds me up like a top due to it's inordinate memory. The bastard cable catches on everything, has almost no flexibility or give to it. My wife looks on in wonder as I threaten to pull it off the damn Dyson or worse. Then there's the little dog buggy we have for our very old pooch. It's worse than a shopping trolley, unless my wife is the pilot. Same threats of spiteful revenge are spat at it unless it does exactly what I want it to.
Am I some secret psychopath when it comes to such things or is this normal 'bloke' behaviour.
I ask, as I don't think I've ever heard my wife doing the same. Well, unless she loses it with me.
I seem to be doing this a lot these past weeks.
