I did the grocery run and some errands this morning, and when I left, DH had begun to vacuum the house. Lovely.
Came home after dashing about for 2 hours and he was still at it. Turned out, he'd stopped for a break and watched a TV show.
Fine and dandy. He finished vacuuming at 1pm, when I served the lunch I cooked (reheated leftovers, I'm no martyr).
He left the shark lying in the downstairs hall, with attachments scattered round it and the cord trailing into the living room.
I usually walk round after his cleaning sessions, closing drawers, putting polish and dusters away and tidying up the vacuum which he always just leaves where he drops it.
Not this time. This time I'm leaving it. I've been in the kitchen all afternoon baking next week's snacks, and that fucking shark is still sitting there in the hall, nearly 4 hours later. The lazy bastard has stepped over the fucking thing at least 6 times!!!!!!!
I'm putting a fiver on it still being there at bedtime. Let's see...