No. It’s not about you.
That was just me – seething inside with rage at your barbed innuendos, controlling the desire to pour water on your passionate demands after a battle of stinging words and setting the breakfast table, as if nothing happened last night. I wish it was a nightmare, but it isn’t.
I know who invented the kettle and steam iron, and why. The less privileged half of the human population needed to let off steam. It was not just about giving a vent. They sincerely hoped the other half remember the lessons on latent heat of steam.