he got it wrong again

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It really bugs me when he gets it wrong. I do the planning. I make decisions. To do this I have to ask questions. Oh, it will be fine! Don't worry your pretty little head off! he laughs. So my planning and decision making is based on his response, which both last night and this morning was a positive one. Oh, but he's a bloke*. I forget that as a bloke he must be right, but is generally inevitably wrong. I wasn't sure. I dillied and dallied, umm'd and ahh'd, and scratched my head in thinking mode. But I trusted him and on this occasion I allowed him to guide me. This is a shame because it rained. My washing got wet on the washing line ... Thank you, Mr Weatherman App, you great big bumbling buffoon. I really need to stop putting my trust in you and start listening to my own instincts; they are so much more reliable. {*dear blokey men, I apologise wholeheartedly for tarring you all with the same brush}