DH offers me a cuppa, then sits down at pc and starts playing some shit a game. I wait 20 mins, no tea forthcoming, so get up to make it myself. DH immediately jumps up, blocks my way to the kitchen and steers me back to the sofa to a chorus of, 'I'll make it, I said I'd make it!'
Repeat two/three times for every cup of bastard tea every bastard weekend.
AIBU to buy and hide my own fecking kettle to avoid having to be oh-so-grateful that he's saved me the time and effort of making it myself in the first place? 