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Les gens qui ne rient jamais ne sont pas des gens sérieux

Be who you are and say what you mean, those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Polish gentlemen

Marek and I are a pretty sickening couple. We're the sort that just get on. We agree, we are nice to each other, we take care of each other.

You can be sure though, that any hint of a little conflict between us generally stems from one or other of us taking a 'feminist' position ( as if!) and the other seeing things from a traditional Catholic Polish perspective (no prizes for guessing who's who.)

The main subjects on which we disagree tend to involve gender roles and their appropriateness.

Don't get me wrong, he's pretty handy in the kitchen and does his share of the housework, as well as admitting I can assemble IKEA furniture in half the time it takes him, but still if it was his decision alone I don't think our home life would be quite the way it is now.

At New Year when we were in the mountains with friends he ambled over to me, took a deep breath and mumbled 'so, um, what are you and the girls preparing for the party?' I could see he was already cringing in anticipation at my response so I smiled sweetly and said 'whatever you and the boys help us with.'

Not yet defeated, he continued with his original intention but changed tactic. With a cheeky grin and wide blue eyes he said 'it's a shame the kitchen's so small or we could have helped, but it looks like with the three of you girls there'll be no room for us.' I was ready for that one: 'well, you can have my place then!'

'but they'll think you are ashamed of English food then' (clever, I liked that one)
'no, I think they'll admire the fact that you are so multi talented'
'but I can't cook'
'liar! You can, you don't want to'
'but you cook better than me' (flattery will get you nowhere)
'all the more reason for you to practice' (yeah, lame but I was holding on to whatever I could by this point)

Anyway, to cut a long story short the bulk of the food preparation was indeed done by the girls, but Marek was the only boy from the group who chopped an onion or two.

This was just to give you a little background so that you can fully appreciate the picture I snapped last night.

No, it's not cooking, it's even better...








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Aaah, it warms the heart doesn't it?

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