And you can tell that by the size of the fight Lauralea and I got into last night.
It often happens that just before our vacation, we have a real deally of a go, so that's how I know it must be on.
I thought I was helping out by clearing off a 6' x 5' x 4' high rubarb plant.
Turned out I was wrong. I could tell that by the size of the knife she brought out - to clean up my mess.
Even after 23 years I get it wrong. I really thought I was helping her because she wouldn't have the time to do anything with it...
But I was wrong.
I think our understanding now is that I don't touch her rubarb or rasberries or strawberries or cherry trees or goodberries or blackberries. I need to let her deal with such things. I need to be patient about these things too.
So we ate bran muffins with rasberries in them this morning, and drank tea and smoked the peace pipe.
I believe our holidays have now begun.