Are you the only man in a house ruled by your wife and daughters? Living under a 'domestic matriarchy' can be a comedic saga, a true 'catalogue of your shame'.

Televisual Takeover: Gone are the days when Dad could commandeer the remote for a football match. Now, it's all about binge-watching Love Island reruns while you sneak a peek at the game on your phone.

Delivery Duty: While you’re the designated receiver of endless Evri boxes, questioning Lucy's need for yet another pair of jeans can lead to a family revolt. Meanwhile, your precious records are banished to the garage.

Bathroom Battles: Securing 90 seconds for basic hygiene in a bathroom occupied by women requires strategic planning, akin to a military operation. Your shower time? The crack of dawn or bust.

Endless Gossip: You're expected to keep track of and have opinions on a host of people you’ve never met, from Sarah at yoga to the college frenemy Holly. Forget one, and you're in the doghouse.

Being Gross: Any natural bodily functions are met with disdain. 'Dad stinks' becomes the household catchphrase, as you, the uncouth one, lounge in your underpants watching Trailer Park Boys.

Period Perils: Once a month, tensions rise to epic proportions. Even if you transformed into a shadow, you'd still be in the way. Hence, the invention of the shed—a refuge with a hidden stash of beer.