She who must be obeyed is getting a bit of beating from her relatives at the moment. Fresh from recent abuse from her mother, her visiting grandmother gave her a hard time today.
Grannie sat my wife down at the table, looked her straight in the eyes and told her she must not call her husband a pig.
And I agree, she should not call me a pig; although I have never heard such abuse from her. The worst I get is “gwanteen” which means annoying, and I will admit I do get a degree of pleasure from annoying her on occasions (at least daily), in an entirely loving way you understand.
She who must be obeyed’s response to Grannie’s accusation was along the lines of “Eh? What”, except in Thai; for she too had no recollection of accusing me of porcine affiliations. Further investigation revealed the misunderstanding.
To save having to remember my name, or blurting out the name of a previous boyfriend by mistake, she who must be obeyed has a tendency to call me “babe”, usually in a loud voice which means my presence is required immediately for some menial purpose.
Grannie speaks no English, but she has been exposed to English movies, and one of her favourites is Babe, the story of a farmyard pig (you can see where this is going). She had made a logical jump and assumed that the English word for pig was babe….
I am going to start calling my wife Lassie, let’s see how Grannie reacts to that.