After coming back from NZ from rugby final, DH not very happy that i couldn't get his clothes dry, so couldn't pack for him.
He left 3 loads of washing,wouldn't tell me exactly what needed washing, just had to sort it out for myself.
And now has left me a list of what to pack for him tomorrow. Not a problem as we are not leaving til tomorrow night, but he had now gone up bed in a strop
FFS. Grow up
I have just ironed your trousers dry
I have just sat in a restaurant and listened to you talk about work non stop, and answer emails, and I even answered your phone and talked to your colleague. But fuck me if I need to respond to a friend about tickets for ds's birthday
Fuck off, I dont actually really want to go away with you,