not that kind of sausage...
Just had an email from him saying he went out for work lunch with colleagues, ate a dodgy Polish sausage and is now feeling dangerously queasy. Enough that he thinks we should cancel our evening out tonight.
I know I ABU but this was the first evening out with friends I've had in... I think almost 2 months. I am pregnant and have been suffering badly with pelvic girdle pain so have been stuck home a lot, plus I work from home anyway so days can go by when I don't see anyone but my DH.
Was just looking forward to an evening out, some human contact, a bit of a chat and not having to sit on the sofa resting my aching back and thinking about what baby-growth-promoting thing I can cook for dinner.
Not actually DH's fault, I do know that. The sausage is to blame. 
Can't help being unreasonably grumpy about this though; having murderous visions of DH gaily chatting over sausages (that then made him ill) with his nice, jolly work colleagues while I have spent all day looking forward to an evening out that is now not happening.
Rant over.