Always, always if we are going somewhere dh will have a shower/shave five minutes before the time we have to leave. We are always late. It drives me fucking mental.
Tonight he is going to a gig in Hammersmith. A gig I would have loved to go to but backed out of due to childcare issues.
He has just phoned me to announce that he is leaving at 4.30 to get to Victoria for 5.45.
The doors open at 7 but the gig won't start until at least 8. He reckons he needs to get something to eat first. I'm not sure why he can't eat here and get a 6pm train?
I may be a bit irrationally grumpy about this but there you go.
Aibu?