Good grief, let her loose into my hobby room, not a chance.... That is like letting the Jehova's into a brothel to convert the patrons....
Even when passing she has to remark about the patina (dust), and how it is about time I got the duster in there. I do honest, I get a wet wipe out and wipe away the dust around the bases, I wipe the cutting mat when I eventually clear it. wipe the top of the monitor....
I took her to the Nationals once, She cornered JR and made his eyes roll up into his head talking about dogs for about three hours, poor bloke has never recovered....
I try to explain what the latest model under the knife is, what it was used for and when, but it just goes straight through.
And I did ask her to pick out a kit and I would watch as she built and painted it - she picked out the old
Airfix bird, and so armed with this and a bottle of
Tamiya's finest she set to work - she failed to tell me she had upset the bottle and would it be ok to open a window to let some air in - no wonder I was feeling sleepy.... The kit has vanished into that doom cupboard women call a wardrobe where they keep things men should not ask about.
Dogs, we have three of them and they are her children, if they cough, frat, or limp it is straight to the vets or some other remedy, I can sit on the tiolet having a heart attack and get asked if I want a cuppa....
Gardening, it should be shared, be nurtured, turned into a joint venture into bringing life into the garden - not a chance, I am there to dig, lift, and screw or nail things, she can be found cursing or talking to her plants and fruit trees, I just wander past in the hopes that she does not spot me on the way to the shed... When I was a boy I nagged my Dad to let me have a little bit of the garden so that i could grow things, I did grow something, he pointed out a length of garden and told me to get all the weeds out. I duly took to it with gusto, and when finished there was not one green thing left, not even a blade of wayward grass - what did I grow - I grew a thick ear because I pulled all of the plants and bulbs up... And so now I will cut the grass if allowed and that is my venture into gardening...
She has her garden(s) and I have my models and may the two never meet....