Once there was a man of simple means. He lived with his wife in the normal domestic way, until the time he suffered a stroke, followed by a long period of rehabilitation. The day he came home from hospital, his wife confessed that she had demolished their kitchen during his time away. All that was left was the kitchen sink, propped up with two pieces of wood. Alas, they had no money for a new kitchen, so it stayed this way for 5 years.
Eventually, the time was right for that new kitchen. The formerly impetuous wife left our man to completely design it, purchase it, and install it. Not one word of input did she provide, apparently.
In fact, that kitchen was installed for over a month and still she said nothing to the husband: not a criticism, no praise, nothing.
Finally, in the still of the night, the husband awoke to discover his wife was not in the bed. He crept down the hallway to where a glimmer of light could be seen. There, standing in kitchen, was his wife. Just standing. Just looking. Saying nothing.
The husband crouched down in the darkness and watched his bride, careful not to alert her to his presence. For twenty minutes he stayed that way, watching her.
Eventually he thought, "bugger this" - and went back to bed.
THE END.
These are the conversations one must apparently endure when shopping around for a kitchen.
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