I was doing jobs in the garden this weekend, whilst my wife was out shopping. I took some rubbish to the refuse tip in the car and came back home to find an angry wife.
I had forgotten that a parcel was due to be delivered and that I was supposed to be there to sign for it. Of course the delivery truck just had to come in the 45 minutes I was away from the house.
S waved the "we've been and gone away with your parcel" note in front of my face.
"A simple enough instruction, I would have thought?"
"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am. I forgot."
"I needed that skirt for this evening."
"I know Ma'am. I am sorry I messed up."
"Go into the garage and wait for me."
I set up the workbench and stripped off my clothes. I knew what was coming so I thought things might go better if I had things prepared. She reappeared with the cane and gave me twelve hard strokes. I thanked her for each one and apologised for letting her down.
Things were better between us that afternoon and we ended up have a great night out.
Today I have to go and fetch the parcel from the depot as I couldn't get there before. She has mentioned that there might well be a second lesson in mindfulness and attention to instructionsthis evening.