My wife wanted a garage, I wanted a display room. She wanted to clear the lawn, I wanted to protect my babies. We both wanted the same things, but for completely different reasons. That was usually the way it went with us. In the beginning, every new decision starts off well, then once we both realised we were as stubborn as each other, the walls came crashing down. We never took our arguments seriously, that was something that I think held our marriage together. Long ago we’d come to agree that we both said ridiculously untrue things out of rage, and that arguments were for venting, not for negotiating. When my wife had mentioned Storage Sheds Merriwa at the dinner table, I knew she was looking for trouble. We had guests over for dinner, who were quite noticeably becoming uncomfortable with the tension in the room – you could have cut through it with a knife. I distracted myself from glaring viciously at my wife only to lighten the mood and change the subject. Our guests appreciated the conversation change, I could tell from the straightening of their backs.
They were a couple we had known for a long time through work. I had worked with Jim for nearly ten years now, and during that time his wife Margie had taken a liking to my wife Carol. They attempted to keep the conversation flowing, only to be cut short by my wife, asking about my bikes, and the Car Sheds Tamworth plans. Her attempts to present me as the bad husband, had only left her glowing in her own self loathing. I wondered what would come after the men from equestrian stall Tamworth had installed shed. Would she become happy again?