So I’m sat on the sofa watching tv. Dh comes back from a run.
Sweaty, slightly smelly. He plonks himself down on the floor infront of me on his back. Starts stretching with the accompanying grunts and oofs.
Then his piste de resistance of spreading his legs as wide as he can, holding onto his big toes and rocking madly from side to side on his back with more grunting. Our sitting room is fairly small, he’s nearly knocking into me. He’s in my field of vision, it’s really distracting.
I’ve now left the room in a huff and he’s asking what’s wrong. He knows what’s wrong as I’ve told him before it’s bloody annoying.