In my house I never have to worry about anything.
Whenever I need a question answered I ask my mate.
She is all seeing, all knowing. In one word she is omniscient.
I don’t know how she acquired her fabulous knowledge, but she has a ready-made answer for everything.
Personally, when somebody asks me something, I am fairly cautious with my response. Tamara is not! She just knows!
Where did she get her mastery of the world?
From her ever-present computer tablet? (she sleeps with it) or from the entrails of chickens?
I don’t know, but I know that she knows that I know.
The other day I asked Siri an innocent question.
Ask Tamara, she said rather abruptly. Oh oh…
Catfight?
I don’t know how polygamists manage to deal with their concubines.
Paradoxically my wife is the most indecisive person I have ever known. She is totally unable to make an on-the-spot decision.
She needs to mull over the various possibilities and consequences before committing to anything.
She just cannot be rushed.
Personally I have learned that it is futile to argue with an haruspex.
For a while I thought that if I plied her with drinks, I could get the best of her, but drinks make her even more contentious.
The only way that I could win (?) an argument would be to debate her in French. She does not speak that language and I should be able overpower her with my solid arguments.
But I am pretty sure that she would counterattack in Russian and wear me down just like her comrades did in Stalingrad.
I cannot risk that gambit. I am just buying my time.
Revenge is sweet and not fattening. Alfred Hitchcock
Alain
