The Deceitful Husband

All wives fondly imagine that although men generally are lying bastards their man is the exception. He would never lie to her and if he did she would know it in an instant. So it was with a sigh of disappointment that I discovered Jim had been concealing information in order to avoid incurring my displeasure. That he did it in order to save his brother from my wrath is small excuse.

Jim was preparing dinner (bless him) so I took it upon myself to open the wine. "I think I'll use my favourite Wolfblass glass," I commented as I rummaged in the back of the cupboard. Silence from Jim. "Hmm, that's odd, I can only find one." Further silence from Jim. I fixed him with a steely glare. The truth was revealed. A month ago Jim's brother was visiting, while I was out he broke a glass. Knowing it to be one of the few non-computer related items I am attached to, Jim decided to spare me this knowledge. David was all for throwing himself on my mercy. After all, how mad can I get with a guy who commits a crime whilst washing-up? He was right, I would have forgiven him in an instant and informed Jim that David had broken his glass. However, Jim chose to compound the crime with concealment. He placed the glass at the back of the cupboard and assured David that I spend so little time in the kitchen it could be years before the loss was discovered.

The glass was purchased as a gift by dear friends at the Wolfblass winery in South Australia. It accompanied me from Oz to Borneo and back without so much as a crack. That it chose a particular time to depart this earth is a sign it was weary of life. (The cricket season has that effect on me too, actually) It is not my place to query the final decision.

So the glass has been mourned and its loss accepted. David has been forgiven. The question which remains is how many scoops of ice-cream should I demand from Jim in compensation?

Any advice or similar stories welcome.