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I always hate it when somebody tells me to do something I was about to do anyway. I get this sudden urge to - say - go back up in the attic a few more times, not because I have anything more to do up there, but just to make it clear that I'm stopping because I've finished, and not because anyone asked.

I mean, it would be different if they asked when I was halfway through, 'cause then I'd be doing it because I was nice, and would deserve the credit.

Luckily I am nice, and manage to overcome the urge to be contrary for contrariness' sake.