I'm suffering with tendinitis in my glutes and walking & bending are so painful, even with the physio exercises I have to do 3x a day.
So I literally just walked in the door to be greeted with 'We have viewings. Superclean time!'
It's doesn't need it. We gave it a thorough clean at the weekend and have got storage for most of the general housecrap.
He keeps polishing the damned hallway and expecting me to dust and vacuum after it was only done yesterday. No little kids here anymore. I did say he'd be better spending his time painting over the stupid sentences on the wall that the last owners left. See below for stupid sentence and stupid floor.
He's now acting hurt and injured because I answered him back with 'Fuck right off'. I just walked back from the bus stop thinking my leg was going to fall off!
And I'm menopausal so it's only right that I can put him under the patio?