A reader asks
"OK, She had been at work all day.
But I was hard at it too, washing the floor, wiping down the kitchen surfaces (to her impossibly high standards!) and hoovering.
Even when I had a telly break, I was doing the ironing at the same time.
Anyway, when She came in from work, She was in a foul mood, and talked to me as if I was some kind of minion.
I wouldn't mind, but I'd already cracked one off. Well more than one.
Has anyone else ever ruined a perfect moment by jumping the gun?"
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