My reward for washing Walls and doors down last night was six cans of bitter, my new drink. I feel fine this morning which is great. My wife seems to be slightly concerned of my frostiness after the row we had at the weekend about my spending £35 on a Ghosthunt in February next year. I do still harbour resentment over the issue of not bring able to pursue something I would love to do with my wifes total support. I'm glad I wouldn't be like that with her. The whole incident has weakened our relationship for the time being. 
It's also a shame that this Blog is unknown to her because she would try and stamp this out too. Watching films is made difficult. Watching most haunted etc is made difficult. Painting is frowned upon. We don't like the same music. 
Yes... I am talking about the woman I married but I knew she'd be a good mum and that's more important to me in the big scheme of things. Now I've been married I would never do it again but that's not BECAUSE of my wife it's just not something I need now I've done it.