"d"h who I do love so very much drives me fucking nuts...By now those who have seen my rants posts will have cottoned on to my work home ratio. I have got home after only a few days away and found the bin in the bathroom full.
How many sodding times do I have to ask 'please put a bag in the bin before you use it' because it's me that has to wash the bin out! it's full, so full he couldn't get the lid on (it's quite a small bin granted) so wibu to empty the contents into his side of the bed?? I am so sick of cleaning up after him because he's a messy bastard and I am a clean freak.
I need wine...