My husband loves that the cookies are soaked with oil, and I must soak it - this is the Law. At work today at lunch we drink tea with sandwiches and biscuits, and with some fear our female team decides to join the boss. He sits next to me and talks to the girls. I do not participate in the conversation - I switched to autopilot mode, and surrendered to my thoughts. And the autopilot, meanwhile, notes: I drink tea, I eat cookies, the man is sitting on the left... It processes the information received, and enables the “good wife” mode – I lubricate cookies, and I pass on to the boss with the words:
Hold on, the foot.