It started with a skirt
It started with a skirt. It had been a hard week at work and my girlfriend, Rita, had been doing quite a bit of freelance work and had not been able to keep up with the housework at home. The laundry basket was overflowing and the washing up was piled up on the sink. The washing had also been on the clothes airer for the last three or four days and there was a pile of clothes waiting next to the ironing board. We had a fairly traditional relationship. I was the breadwinner...