Unlike most of my posts, I had to think about this one first. It's a wee bit personal. I waited awhile and let it percolate because no one would trump me. The shameful fact is that, despite our having all the modern indoor conveniences (our downstairs toilet even has a cunning little French-style flushing device), Mr. Nag insists on relieving himself outdoors (just #1, if that makes it any better). I don't like this. He says all men do it. I threaten to raise the issue at the next dinner party we attend. He says, "Go ahead" and continues to sneak out with Max at night to water my garden.
The other day he approached me triumphantly brandishing a section of The Globe and Mail. "See", he said, "Leonard Cohen does it too. I rest my case"
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