Spent last 5 days quietly fuming. Window frames are rotting so windows need replacing. Sofa is 25 years old and is falling apart. Kitchen floor needs replacing. But DH doesn't see it. He is obsessed with paying off mortgage, and will not spend a penny on the house - pointless if house falls apart in the meantime. I work, but earn a fraction of his salary but it always seems to be me that I maintain the house while he spends his money on guitars and obscenely expensive stereo systems. Phew! Rant over, feel better now.