..Is that it's easy to read between the lines. Take last week, for instance. We had a Public Holiday here last Friday, hence a 3-day week-end. As we would be away, I was inspired to switch off the geyser timer here at home to see if it would save on electricity. Naturally, I forgot to switch it on again when we came home on Sunday night, so at 5.30 am on Monday, my husband had a cold shower before going to work. He hates this and I was subjected to a constant stream of sound effects, "Brr.....aaargh....ooohh.....aacch...." repeated loudly and ad infinitum for the entire duration of the 3 minutes that he was able to stand the icy (actually, it must have been luke-warm) spray. I understand completely that this was entirely for my benefit, so half-way through I went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. I did chide myself somewhat for not anticipating that we would have a rainy week-end so the solar geyser wasn't really doing its job, so yes, the water was a little colder than it should normally have been. Still, I didn't feel I deserved the verbal censorship that accompanied the crime, which culminated in raised eyebrows and a martyred expression when I was told,"This is now another thing I shall have to check evey night." Translation: I want you to feel really bad right now, but actually I won't remember to do this. When he was finally dressed, had eaten and picked up his briefcase to go to work, together with the lunch I had made him, I knew he wouldn't be able to depart without kissing me goodbye. And so it was. I guess, depending on which side you are on, reading between the lines can be a curse but also a blessing.