I love the bones of him. Together 34 years. I knew he was a faffer when we first met , but its getting worse.
He was getting himself ready to run a few errands when I left this morning to have a cut and blowdry. One hairdressing appointment later , plus a visit to the post office and he was still " getting ready". We are now an hour later and he still hasn't left.
Retirement has turned his ability to faff into an art form.
Please tell me im not the only person living with a faffer ?