Whilst on holiday I argue with my husband.This is rare.
I will do the washing up and make the packed lunch I say.
I’ll do it he counters.
It’s fine I say.
I don’t want you to be mired in domesticity he says
Yes I reply but I’m still not tall enough to put the bikes on the roof rack.
He offers to do both but I explain that this is not equality, it is abuse.
He teases me for the rest of the day to stay in your gender role you should concede to go cycling, you should do the green route with the children, you should go to the craft fair, you will probably want cake, you should shower the boy whilst I light the fire.I begin to wonder what he thinks having a real wife would be like.
We considered a second row in Conway (it was cold, there was no coffee, I’ve seen castles before).Luckily my husband chose this moment to keep his gender based comments to himself and Conway castle was amazing.A proper war castle with amazing views (harbour, estuary, boat builders, river, town, railway) and enough restoration/intelligent signage to make it meaningful.As we stood on top of what must have been the 4th or 5th tower I could imagine the use of a castle in windswept Wales.This is the castle which holds my imagination, the castle against which all others are but pale shadows.The town walls are also in place so you can see a truly besieged city.
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