ABBIE, YOU’RE A BAD GIRL
“Abbie, Abbie, Abbie, my God woman what have you done now.” I’m Abigail Dunsmore (nee Warton) and my loving husband Richard’s reading the mail and he certainly does not like what he’s just learned. It seems our mortgage payment to the Home Loan Society is two months in arrears. And of course I’m at fault, I manage our household finances. “Abbie, how could this have happened, where’s your sense of responsibility? I supply you with sufficient funds to meet our obligations, the expenses of running the house and adequate money for your personal needs, what have you done?” “Where’s your head dear, why do we have days like today? This morning I had no shirts ironed; you ironed one after I complained but as a consequence I was late getting to the office then I …