Three disgruntled househusbands think they deserve a break, to 'find themselves' and sort out their foundering marriages. They embark on a cruise in the South Pacific and become embroiled in mischief, jealousy, mistaken identity and many more adventures until, with an unexpected turn, all ends well.
I stared in despair at the flimsy, dripping garment, dangling from my fingers. Oh, my God! My wife Samantha’s brand-new lacy underwear had turned a mossy dark green. I should have read the washing instructions and perhaps not thrown it into the machine together with the ski-socks and my paint-stained old sweater. I could just hear her when she would discover the disaster, green eyes flashing, arms akimbo:
The angrier she became, the more my name got drawn out. The maximum so far had been four seconds. I had counted them, holding my breath!
“ Why can’t you please get used to separatingthe laundry!”
Well, I try my best, but from time to time, somethinggets tangled up and there is so much to do, there’s just not enough time to examine every single item. On the other hand, an ecology conscious person like myselfhas to think about saving water, electricity and not to pollute the environment with
unnecessary amounts of detergent. My Aunt Jenny had brought me up that way and she was dead on target at a time when ‘environment consciousness’ was not yet a prime issue. What’s a discoloured bra compared to saving the planet? At least the new green was evenly distributed throughout the filmy knickers, no patches and stains, although that might have appealed to my artistic nature. However, what appealed to my more male instincts was the fact, that the green would match beautifully with Samantha’s flaming red hair. My lovely wife is one of the world’s few real redheads.
I would just have to pointthe fact out to Sammie, followed by the appropriate action and peace would be restored, forgiveness bestowed.
“Ray,” Sammie would whisper, calling me by her favourite pet-name, according to her short for ‘ray of sunshine,’ “sorry for being bossy. I love you and I’m so proud of you.”
We were after all married for less than a year and madly in love, at least I was. True, lately, small cracks were showing, particularly a growing impatience or was it restlessness in Sammie’s behaviour? Quickly, I dismissed the thought. Surely, that could only be expected,until we both adapted to the changed circumstances in our joint lives.
Happy gurgling, coming from the sofa, interrupted my musings. I had dropped baby Sue there to attend to the beep of the washing machine. Unbelievable the amount of laundry a two and a quarter person household generates. Sue was only nine months old, but she seemed to possess and soil a wardrobe that would put any model to shame.
Talking of which, I must not forget to get Sammie’s preferred diet muesli. I forgot yesterday and was punished by serious humour failure. That was
Follow the adventures of thee househusbands on a cruise to the South Pacific. Instead of time out to come to terms with their "jobs" and work out ways to save their marriages, they become entangled in mischief, mistaken identity and any kind of trouble. With an unexpected twist, all ends well.