This is lighthearted kinda, I've not been well lately. Headache, sick, fatigue.
Dp comes home from work and proclaims he needs the loo, quite frankly he stinks. Blocks the toilet so no amount of me muscle will shift it, and leaves a horrid 'art' work at the bottom.
I wouldn't normally mind but I spent the best part of an hour scrubbing away in there earlier today, he's been at work he could have gone there.
WIBU to make him go in the garden?