Living with boys
I have a confession to make. I have been thinking about this for some time, and I cannot live with it on my conscience any longer. It is time for the truth: I do not understand the opposite sex.
Until June of this year I was not even aware I had this problem. I subscribed, in blissful ignorance, to that modern day, politically correct myth that, aside from varying fleshy appendages, men and women are essentially the same. I firmly believed that I could do anything a man could. Then in June I moved into my new house, sharing with three lads. I still believe that I can do anything a man can do, it's just that having lived with three of them for a few months, I'm not sure I would want to.
If anyone could enlighten me as to why an ordinary household carrot can suddenly spark off