DH lost the plot this morning, air turned very deep blue. All because of a bloody stapler!
I really don't give a shit, I know what he's like. But DS, who's 9, was genuinely frightened, as was the dog. I think, when there are kids around, you tone it down a bit? It's not on to shout 'Fucking fucking piece of SHIT!!' several times and start banging things about. AIBU?