It was 30 degrees at 9am, and I was headed to the pool to cool off. Suddenly, I heard my significant other's voice coo, 'Matt, can you phone the kennel about the dogs for when we go on holiday?' Huh? That was over six weeks away. They're two three-kilogram Chihuahuas - how much space could they possibly take up at the doggie day spa? Clearly, she was joking.
I grunted in response and carried on with the day. At lunchtime, she rephrased the request: 'Did that number work - the one for the kennel?' Then at dinner, my personal favourite: 'So, what did they tell you when you called about boarding the dogs?'
At this point, I had no choice - it was self-preservation. I pulled out my secret weapon, the one little phrase that's proven to drive her straight up the wall: 'You're nagging'.
I felt guilty… ish, but hey, as soon as I said it, she stopped asking me to make the call.