neat point Gamma, I was going to raise that, whatever goes on at Draugnar's site of domestic bliss, this is not that place, so he has to, like all of us, obey the rules & also show the almighty Mods a bit of respect.
Plus any chap who claims to be the ruler at his home, if he has a wife & female offspring, well any offspring is deluding himself if he thinks he is an (absolute) ruler unfettered by the women in the camp.
I"ll bet if & when he makes the claim to them, his wife has a think ( do I slap him down straight away, or do I humour the dear chap ) and then says "Yes Dear" & notes it down for future retribution, and any teenagers, just grunt "whatever", unless they want something & then it's "absolutely Dad, may I have $100- or the car keys, or both"
I endured a tender & loving campaign of attrition with "Her Majestic Indoors" & only had some power by appearing to "give her all the power". Always deferring to her in public, asking for permission to do things, people used to think I was totally pussy whipped.
For example we'd be at a party & the lads would spontaneously plan a game of golf or a surf trip, "C'mon Mitch" they'd demand, "we'll tee off at 8 am"
The cunning old MM would announce "I'll have to ask Her Indoors first"
Blokes would say " you doormat I don't have to ask my missus, I just tell her whats what"
& you'd see that blokes wife raise her eyebrow with a steely glint in her eye,
and I'd scurry across to Her Indoors & demurely ask her permission, and she'd grow an inch or two in stature and say "well I'll have to think about that, perhaps if you are a good chap you can go play golf, we'll discuss it later" & I'd scurry back to the lads
& of course she would "let" me go play golf
After golf the lads & I would be having a few quiet drinks and a lazy punt & I'd be getting joshed about being "pussy whipped", but it would be THEIR phones ringing with THEIR wives demanding to know when they would be home & giving them a list of things to purchase etc etc & I could happily drink & punt and wander home when it suited me.
Also when we got home after the party, or at other times when various friends had been commenting on how "pussy whipped poor old MM was" Her Indoors would ask me, "do you think I boss you around too much ?"
& the cunning old MM would say "No dearest, you only do it when I need to be pulled into line & I know you love me & are only looking out for my best interests"
& I'll let you guess who's pussy would get the whipping
there were occasional times when I went out to golf at 8 am, and instead of returning home a bit after sunset, I got into a punting frenzy by having some outstanding results early, and I didn't re appear until 5 pm the following day, bedraggled, half drunk absolutely caned, but happy with pockets spilling cash & a bunch of flowers
Her Majestic Indoors would look me up & down, shake her head & say well you'd better have a shower & shave & go straight to bed. No histrionics, where have you been ? why didn't you call me and let me know where you were ? I've been worried sick, not knowing where you were.
It did take a bit of effort in the early days of our relationship to train Her Indoors properly, but once properly trained that lass was a gem. I'm getting a tad maudlin & might go visit her final westing spot & give her a few flowers tomorrow.
Time for a stiff single malt & bish bash bosh at one of the games I've got going, oh hang on I made a pot of tea before I started this post....you dill MM
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