Before he went out to the pub at 5pm, he called me a bit wobbly.
Now bearing in mind I weigh 11 stone 5 and am 6 feet tall, and was feeling pretty good about myself- I have tossed his portion of the frittata I had made in the bin.
He's due back about 9- there is NOTHING in the house to eat, not even bread for toast. So he'll have to have cornflakes.
Bloody bastard. He's not exactly Mr Six Pack.