Picture the scene...
TV off, I'm on couch mn'ing, DP lying on other couch with cat on his belly, headphones on listening to his MP3 and singing along to everything...badly!
The only sound in the room is my clicking of keys, the slight buzz of the baby monitor and his voice.......take away his voice and it's just a peaceful Sunday evening!
I want to tell him to ssshhh but I know that he is happy.
I would be unreasonable to tell him to be quiet, I know this, but AIBU to inwardly cringe at his awful singing....
Oh fuck, he's now out in the garden (smoking area) and he's singing - perhaps one of the neighbours will do my dirty work for me!!!
Poor DP, he's had a few shandies :)