The case of the wandering trousers
Dear Tribunal,
My husband insists on stepping out of his clothes each night and leaving them where they fall for me to then pick them up and fold them the following morning. Who should be folding the clothes? Me or him?
An angry wife, The Mancave
Him. Comfortably, and with costs.
The court has reviewed the evidence, which is a man stepping out of his clothes like a snake shedding a skin and leaving the skin where it landed. This is the one thing a cat does not do. A cat who knocks a glass off a table at least has the decency to look you in the eye while doing it.
The husband creates the pile. The wife merely collects it. Under the ancient principle of you dropped it, you pick it up, the folding falls to him. The court also notes the address given. A mancave is a room the husband has chosen to call his own, so the clothes are in his jurisdiction, and the court has no sympathy for a man who cannot keep order in his own kingdom.
Sentence: one week of folding, in the morning, in full view of the complainant, with corners matched. Failure to comply may result in the clothes being relocated to the cat’s bed. The court sleeps on them and has no plans to move.
This ruling is final, binding and entirely unenforceable. Signed, Arthur.