Miss Dimity constantly wonders why certain gentlemen deem it appropriate behaviour to come home to the familial domicile at the end of a hard day’s work, and growl at their lady companion in a manner conducive to their being hit with something hard, and possibly more than once.
Consider, also, if said lady companion has herself been working all day long, doing this and that about the house, tidying things and washing his clothing and, during a small altercation with one of the dogs over supper, why he sees fit to roar at her. To roar at her, Gentle Reader, and to assume that his actions are so entirely correct that there is no need for him to apologise, or to seem even a little sorry that he did it.
Miss Dimity wonders if said gentleman companion might perhaps need his ears boxed, for good measure because, fear not: Miss Dimity is up for that sort of thing. Oh yes, Miss Dimity is indeed.
Edit: Flowers, however, accompanied by a sincere apology, do much to soothe Miss Dimity’s frayed nerves. Clever gentlemen know the healing power of flora, and abide by it.
