Mixing CDs

One of the decisions you have to make when you move in with someone is whether you mix your CDs together or not. It's apparently a pretty big step because it determines how long you think that you are going to be together. 

Mike and I...well, I had to make this decision. And I chose not to mix our CDs together.It's not what you think, though. Mike and I have just signed an agreement to live together for another year, so it's not that I don't think it will last. 

The reason I didn't mix our CDs together is because it was just too embarrassing to put Mike's Alex Parks CD in with my collection, a collection that includes every single Britney Spears album ever made and Christina Aguilera's Christmas album. Sometimes you just have to draw the line somewhere...and that line was Alex Parks.

Believing in Fairies

For a man who doesn't believe in the paranormal and silly superstitions, it's amazing how Mike seems to believe in fairies; in particular, the cleaning fairy. He’ll leave a plate on the side and it will magically end up washed, dried and put away. He’ll spill tea and the next time he returns to the scene the stain will be gone. He’ll throw clothes in the direction of the laundry basket and when he goes to wear those clothes he’ll find them washed, ironed and in his wardrobe.

In fact, there is only one chore that the wonderful cleaning fairy leaves for Mike; taking the rubbish out, a chore that he has to do once a week though he usually drags it out to once a fortnight. He just doesn’t find the time between watching Top Gear and playing the X-box. 

It would appear that I put my feet up all day and do nothing while the cleaning fairy flies around cleaning the flat. She even manages to cook the dinner and wash up afterwards. What a babe.

It's interesting how some men put all aspects of being a housewife under magic ;-)

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The 'James Bond' phase

 Since the release of Skyfall last year, Mike has become (obsessed?) with  wanting to live certain aspects of James Bond's life, and I'm sure I can't be the only girl (suffering?) as a result.
Since he can't sleep with a different woman every night he's taken on other, less exciting characteristics:

1. Martinis
 It became one of Mike's priorities before we moved in together to buy a set of martini glasses with all the ingredients to go with it before he'd even thought about a vacuum cleaner (that 'present' for me came later); lemons are part of the weekly shop because you can't have a martini without a twist of lemon; and a cocktail shaker with measuring cups are frequently left out on the side with a faint whiff of vodka.

2. Casinos
Mike suddenly developed  a desire to visit a casino; he started asking me to play poker with him (We've only played once together with coppers and it ended with me losing but grabbing his coins anyway saying "What's yours is mine, right?" - he hasn't asked me since) and then bought a poker set (to avoid using coins?). He recently visited a casino where, thankfully for me and our landlord, he realised he was in way over his head and left without spending next month's rent money.

3.Close-shaves
No I don't mean close shaves with death. Mike has taken up wet shaving like James Bond does in Skyfall. He even goes to a barber shop to have it done ocassionally. I think it is intended to make him feel more manly but the frequent 'ouch's from the bathroom when he cuts himself would suggest the opposite.

4. MI6
After seeing the film, Mike decided to see what it would take to become an MI6 agent. It turns out that you need a university degree...which convinced Mike to finally get a degree...in anything, as long as he can eventually call himself 007.

I'm still trying to decide whether this phase is cute or not, but considering I'm going through a belated Harry Potter phase, I might be able to ignore it. Between me calling him a 'filthy mudblood' when he steals the duvet and him making us work through every Bond film in order, one might think we're living in a dream world....then the marigolds go on and I start the washing up...