DH comes home tonight. There’s a meal ready for him. It’s home made bolognese and perfectly nutritious and tasty for a quick midweek meal.
He’s onto his second bowl then suddenly announces - whilst waggling his fork - “you know, one day, I’ll teach you how to cook bolognese properly”.
No need for the lesson; I will never ever cook that man bologbloodynese again.
Anyone else need to vent?