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Publication Date: 12 October 2009
Also available in all good RSA book stores.
Size: 210 mm x 210 mm
Pages: 280
Price: R100
Produced, published and distributed by:
Congruence Publishing
19 Murray Avenue
Morningside Manor
2057 Sandton
South Africa
director@congruence.co.za
+27 11 804 3520
Cover design and illustrations by Nigel Babb
Layout and typeset by cLayTon BoTHa
Printed and bound by Replika Press, India
Website design by Gary van der Merwe
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Paul Anthony du Toit
Disclaimer: The material contained in this book is entirely the author's own interpretation. No liability can be accepted for loss or expense incurred as a result of relying on particular statements, advice or recommendations made in this book.

When she arrives home at noon on Saturday having spent hours pushing a trolley around, standing in queues, and getting hot and bothered, it won’t do for her to find you lying on the sun-lounger with a beer, perusing a men’s magazine.
As she emerges, yelling for your assistance with the shopping, make sure that you are to be found diligently performing one of the following tasks: changing a light bulb, de-flea-ing the cat, making the bed, washing the dog or car, hanging a picture, or planting bulbs.
On no account be caught practising putting, swimming, playing snooker, sun-tanning, sleeping or (heaven forbid!) drinking alcohol.
Bachelors of long standing will encounter difficulty in differentiating between these and other cloths. A useful tip is that they are usually fairly clean and hang in the vicinity of the kitchen sink.
For some reason ladies become particularly irate when these special cloths are commandeered for outside duty. So if you are in a rush and it’s the only cloth in sight, the severity of your anticipated scolding can be calculated by the approximate age and hue of the pilfered rag.
This is a time-honoured ploy most effectively executed by nipping at your Achilles heel, usually when you’re a sitting duck.
You may have just awoken from a deep and peaceful slumber, or be making your face becomingly smooth. It takes a man of substance and considerable restraint to maintain the status quo at these times.
Behold the cardinal rule: Agree with her. Bear in mind that becoming embroiled in the subject matter is tantamount to surrender and can be compared to ironing one’s own shirts.
This behaviour can be likened to a rhino faking a charge. What she’s trying to indicate is that she’s come to the end of her tether and no longer wishes to tolerate your (so-called) nonsense. Although she doesn’t really intend to move out, encouragement should only be voiced if you really want her to go. However, overdoing it may persuade her to stay just to spite you. So handle this pantomime with caution.
Besides, finding you have to make your own breakfast in the morning could prove a nuisance. And using the flat tyre excuse when you arrive late at the office, hands black from polishing your own shoes, could raise a few laughs.
This is one thing she can never get enough of. So expect complaints if her requests for a little massage are turned down or ignored. And if you do comply, expect protestations when you’ve had enough of kneading the dough.
Your position therefore is that if you are unmasked as a masseur of some ability, your services will frequently be in demand, and satisfaction will never be attained. Dissemble if necessary.
Any suggestion to throw out all the junk she never wears will be met with fierce resistance. And attempts to reason with her when she’s flinging them about in a rage trying to find something to wear, only provides a welcome target for her choler. If you’re a witty fellow skilled at provocation, remind her of who it was that bought it all in the first place.
At this point any matador-type training you may have received in Spain will stand you in good stead. Remember to chant “Ole!” each time you’ve sidestepped a missile. And then hope that your gut is not accidentally ripped asunder by a flailing horn.