RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CX, Issue 32396, 8 September 1970, Page 17

RANDOM REMINDER

LULLABY

We have on hand a letter from a subscriber whom we fear may have let himself in for further trouble for having written the said letter. On second thoughts we feel a great number of husbands could be accused of its authorship as the type of woman concerned is far from extinct. Before we go any further: forgive us for sounding a little patriarchal, but we would like to emphasise that, as little boys are told it is not the thing to tell tales out of school, so it must follow, as the night the day, when older and married, they should not tell tales out of bed. However, to get back to the letter. It appears both

our informant and his wife had had a very trying day; he in his domain, she in hers. At evening they were both dog-tired and their flash points were way below normal. Precariously, peace survived; and with dinner over and the dishes done they sat and watched television for a little while. Finding it difficult to keep his top eye lids from falling he suggested they had an early night. She agreed and was soon bathed and in bed. He eagerly followed. All will agree that little is sweeter than to come, at the end of one’s tether, to a soft, warm bed: and there, snuggly await the arrival of kindly old Morpheus.

Then it started. She said she wanted something done differently to the way they had earlier agreed it should be done. He quietly mentioned that the matter had been fully thrashed out and suggested the solution already reached should stand. She said, no. She had changed her mind and now she would only agree to something totally different. A little more of this and, for peace sake, he gave in and consented to agree to her revised plans. But that was not enough. She wanted to know why he had capitulated. In desperation, he said, “Come on, dear, don’t let us argue.” “And why not?” she replied.