So, say you volunteer to pick up someones mail while they’re away and you end up repainting their living room - well that’s a non-work analogy of what’s happened to me at work this week.

It’s under control now - I think - however things are likely to blow up again next week but for now I know what I have to do, when I have to do it for (mostly), and why I always find myself getting into these situations.

The ironic thing is that Bert is usually the one who volunteers to do stuff without thinking about the consequences. I think that 8′ish years of being together is starting to affect us.

As an aside, I’ve always heard that when women live together for extended periods of time their menstrual cycles synchronize. Now I’ve lived with women as roommates before but I can’t say that I ever asked any of them when they had their period (perhaps it’s my British sense of propriety) so I can neither confirm nor deny this rumor. Does anyone know if it’s true or not?

As another aside, here are a few facts about my childhood and farts:

1. Farts were called ‘rude smells’
2. We were obliged to go into the bathroom if ever we had to ‘make a rude smell’
3. The dog was under no such obligation
4. Fart jokes were one of the very few forms of humor that were absolutely and unequivocally banned from our house