I share a house, that's London for you.
I've just come home to find my housemates wife lovingly preparing a fruit plate for him. Including glacier cherries on top. I'm sure most people would think this is lovely but I'm bleeding sick of it. Every night when he gets in from work she's peeling his oranges and chopping up his grapes whilst he lies on the bed watching cricket. I tell myself it's because she's not working and once she gets a job she won't have time to fanny on but I really want to wade in and tell her to shove his fruit up his arse.
They are a lovely couple other than that although it would be nice if she ran a vacum cleaner through the house occasionally