DH is a lovely chap, I'll lead with that. He also absolutely loathes marmite, especially in the inch thick quantities I favour.
He is quite amorous this evening and I am SO not in the mood. He keeps trying to hug me.
So I've made myself marmite on toast and he has retreated to the other end of the sofa, thus leaving me in peace to MN without having to fend off his affections.
Am I horrible?