Look at him mowing the damn lawn. No, really, look at him and think about it. I know what he’s trying to achieve – perfection. Can’t you see that.

I’ve nagged and tormented him about it for so long I wonder if I’ve been somehow to blame for his obsession, his craziness. Have I driven him insane?

I think I over did it. Now he’s going to tend that lawn all the more; I just know he is. Look at him. No, really, please! Look at him and think. Why is he doing this? Why is he so much more obsessive now? I know why. He wants it to look pristine; like a carpet; unperturbed; perfect. He’s doing it for me. Ha!

Here he comes again, damn that racket! I’ve a good mind to scream at him; but I let it pass. What’s the point. As if he’s going to listen to me now. Really, it’ll drive me crazy.

But, maybe that’s not so bad. Maybe crazy is natures defence. Perhaps being crazy makes the end easier.

I know I over did it now. When I said to him, “You and your damn lawn are suffocating me!” – I didn’t mean it as a suggestion.