Miserable man syndrome definitely nothing to do with us, agree wives

THE wives of middle-aged miserable men have agreed that this curious phenomenon is entirely unrelated to their own behaviour. 

Woman are baffled as to why the men they cohabit with are uncommunicative, grumpy and easily irritated, especially as they themselves are wonderful to be around and incapable of doing anything wrong.

Mary Fisher of Wrexham said: “From where I stand, there’s literally no explanation.

“The man who was once the life of the party and reliably delighted to see me now frowns and leaves the room the moment I walk in and tell him there’s no earthly need for him to have music on that loud and why hasn’t he drawn the curtains.

“He never wants to see his friends, apart from those silly ones he gets too drunk with, and has no interest in ordinary conversation about what work Demi Moore’s had done. All I get back is a sigh.”

Psychiatrist Dr Helen Archer said: “There’s this pattern of irritability, negativity and emotional withdrawal often seen in middle-age, around the time sex becomes frivolous and unnecessary.

“My husband had it, my second husband had it, my current partner is developing it and the sole correlating factor between all those disparate men is their age. My advice is to tell them they’ve got it, but mix it in with other criticisms so it doesn’t stand out.”

Will McKay, aged 51, said: “Tchoh.”

Window cleaners, and five other people you're too middle-class to sack

ACROSS non-confrontational Britain, homeowners huddle together, united in receiving poor service but too cowardly to say anything. They dream of dismissing these: 

Terrible window cleaners

Oh, it started well. You grabbed him while he was doing next door’s and he made everything sparkle. Then he handed it over to his apprentices, who turn up on an irregular schedule and leave the windows streaky or just plain unwashed. But you’re unable to say anything because they’re both tattooed and appear to have done time.

Aggressive personal trainers

He’s waiting for you at the gym. Upbeat, muscular, tireless and determined to put you through hell. Every week you turn up, dutifully, lying about how much you’ve exercised in the last seven days, weighing exactly the same as on January 3rd. Every week promising yourself this is the week you’ll say something. And you do: ‘Another 10 sessions at £42 a time? Sign me up.’

Hopeless driving instructors

After six failed tests, they’ve given up on you and you’ve truthfully given up on them. You’re paying an hourly fee to drive around and discuss last night’s telly. But at this point it’s like breaking up with a boyfriend so you both stay in this loveless marriage,  desperately unhappy, with only a 2018 Ford Focus in common.

Uninterested au pairs

How can you sack someone who lives with you? Who is only able to remain in the country because of your sponsorship? Even if she plainly couldn’t give a f**k about the kids and has a rough boyfriend and weekend coke habit, you can’t make her unemployed and an illegal alien as a stroke. All this would be so much easier if she were sleeping with you.

Incompetent dentists

The dentist is useless. The reception staff are vile. The surgery is above a kebab shop. But oh so crucially it’s an NHS dentist which means it costs bugger all, even if you did once see a rat run out from under your car after an evening filling. So you have no choice but to accept their indignities because you back the NHS and vote Labour.

Lazy cleaners

It was a bright day when you jointly decided you earned enough to hire Magda. And for a while it worked. But now, working from home, Magda’s £30 an hour costs you £150 in lost productivity as she talks, shows photos of relatives, and does no cleaning. But if you sack her you’re racist and she knows all your secrets.