>You are telephone canvassing for your chosen candidate. Your husband comes home from work. You don’t even look up at him and keep going through your list of calls. An hour later you look up and jump because he’s had his hair cut very short and he realises that he’s been in the house for all that time, in the same room for much of it and you haven’t even glanced at him.
At least he had the good grace to laugh about it. Does this make me the worst wife in the world ever?