GRR! DH and I had night out together (doesn't happen often) about half 11 he comes back into pub from having cigarette and says "we're going home in 5 minutes, brother (taxi driver) taking us home" - no consultation or anything but eventually agree ("we'll get to spend some time together at home" bla bla). As soon as we get home he flops into bed! If he'd said "I'm knackered, can we go home?" that would have been fine, but now I'm home, annoyed and wishing I was still out. It happens so rarely, didn't expect to be on mumsnet moaning at half 12. :(
Just a rant, feel free to ignore.