For the third day in a row I've got home to find my missus on the phone, chatting inane sh*t (probably to the talking clock) and NOT cooking my dinner. How can they find so much to talk about and why is it they only think of all these things AFTER they've got a ring on their finger. For those of you who have watched Fawlty Towers, Sybil... that's my missus on the phone. Oh, but add in some "emblishments" on what's actually happened and information about me based mainly on half truths (fat, ugly and crap in bed turns into really fat, lazy, ugly tree afflicted and incapable of horizontal jogging). I'd beat her, but she's made it very clear that if that happens I stop getting dinner. I feel I didn't emotionally destroy her enough early on. Anyone else had problems with women and their stupid phone habits?