My lovely man watched me doing my face the other day. Applying face powder actually. As one does.
What’s that for, he enquired.
This stuff, I said, is what makes me beautiful.
At this point, I waited expectantly, with love in my heart. Because, really isn’t it an opportunity for a compliment?
Insert anything, even if not sincere or true. Recognise the gap and act.
What does my lovely man say?
‘You better order some more’
Honestly.
Burn his dinner dammit!