Anyone from the UK?

Good morning, everyone.
I'll make myself a cup of tea, but I don't have much time for breakfast. I'm expecting visitors later, and I want to serve them something halfway decent to eat.
Let's see if they like it. If not, they should leave me alone on Sundays in future. Or better still, we'll all go out for lunch at ‘The Clown's’.
I'm going to cut up the chicken now. We're having coq au vin.
 
Me too, who wants a small cup of tea anyway?
I have no problem with small cups. At least, that's what I thought until my slightly older British landlady explained to me very clearly and at length that in the civilised world, tea is not drunk in one go.
To this day, I still wonder why she had a freezer. One look and her peas are cold enough to stay frozen for the next three to four years.
 
Well, if there's one thing I hate, it's when the man of the house sits down in my little kitchen and starts discussing topics that I really couldn't care less about while I'm cooking.
But he can go one better and start washing up bowls that I needed. Actually, that's fine, even nice, but he blocks the sink that I need to use now and then.
And he can go one better. He and his sister can start discussing some rental issues at my kitchen table while I'm desperately trying to finish preparing the side dishes at the table.
Long story short, the discussants are sitting in the kitchen and I'm in the living room trying to relax a little because things are about to get hectic. If it were the other way around, it wouldn't be hectic.
Who can understand the male mind? Logic? How, with a defective X chromosome?
Attentive readers of these lines may object that his sister does indeed have two functioning X chromosomes, but she doesn't count; she's far too egocentric to notice when she's being disruptive.
 
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