Thus the male Ego

A couple of points.

First one is The Slug took the offspring to school today. He can't remember the last time he had to do that, and it isn't just the alcohol talking. So last night, when I got in from work, and before feeding myself, I prepared her lunch. And he saw me do that. "I can make sandwiches!" He wailed, all wounded and etc.

It wasn't his ability to make a sandwich I was doubting so much as his ability remember to do that in sufficient time to complete the process AND get the offspring to school on time.

And then there's Carl. All hairy (yes, I'm afraid I'm of that bent) chested-ness. And in training pants and singlet to collect his pay slip this morning. Reluctant to come into the office, lest he be raped by one of the sex-starved middle aged women inhabitants. Too Fucking Right. He only came in after I pointed out that there's a couple of security cameras, and I've no desire to star in a sex romp posted by one of our security staff on YouTube, or whatever.