The way you hang clothes, how many clothe pegs you use, the order in which to spin wash/soak/rinse clothes, how many pineapple tarts you eat, what kind of towels you use, how you mop the floor. It is amazing how, at home, arguments arise over the smallest of things.
Is everyone prone to impatience at home? And why is it that (at home) our capacity to love is reduced to zilch when it should really be at its fullest?
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