DH is crashing round the kitchen, all shouty and sweary because he "didn't know what time I'd be home". There is no reason why he couldn't have fed himself and the DDs earlier, and I could have heated mine up. He didn't have to wait for me to come home and cook, or for me to come home so that he could start cooking. I finished work shortly after 6, went for drinks with work colleagues and got a lift home, so just about two hours from going to pub to getting home.