You might like to explain this to me too. At home, she does fuck all. Slight exaggeration, but not much. Tesco? Off you go G. Housework? Off you go G.
Stick her two feet outside a tent and she becomes a domestic Goddess. And if you didn't get it from that first line, she's the least domestic Goddess person in the world when a tent isn't involved.
There are times when I wish we lived permanently in a tent.
I nearly applied for a VSO in Mongolia for a tourism economic development job, just because of the yurt
