Nigel scratched his head in disbelief. How had his wife done this to them?

Where did she get the skills to swap their minds into each others bodies?

Worst of all was why she did it. Nigel read her note again.

"Dearest Cheryl nee Nigel"

"Honey for so long now I have sweated and slaved around this house to little or no appecriation from you, my husband. You have ignored my pleas for a holiday and done almost nothing to make the household chores equally divided. Instead you have preferred to sit on the couch and complain and then you had the audacity to plan this weekend away with your mates. Well darling I did something about this imbalance and now I'm the one going away for some 'quality' time and I will relax while you will be me and find out just how hard it is to keep the house in the manner you were accustomed too. Have fun dearest doing the mountain of washing and ironing I have let build up and I want the house cleaned fRom top to bottom when I get back from my weekend drinking jaunt!"

"Yours lovingly Nigel"

So Cheryl had gone away as him and left him a list of tasks that made the changed man wince. "All these housewife things to do," Nigel whined.

"Bugger that! Huffed Nigel. No wife of his was going to tell him how to behave!

Nigel promptly slipped into Cheryl's shortest dress and pondered which bar to hit first!

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