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International Women's Day

She said this morning that she was going to clean the bathroom and vacuum the floors. I said 'You can't do that on International Women's Day', to which she replied 'DON'T TELL ME what I can and can't do on International Women's Day!' and added, with finger wagging perilously close to my chin, 'and DON'T call me dear!'. I crawl back to my studio...

Later in the day I say 'Why don't you put your feet up and relax while I cook dinner'. She says nothing...

Bob Georgeson, She rests her tired legs, 2011