The big one is not listening to me - even if I am answering a question he has bloody well asked me! So, for example, he asks me what’s for dinner, I tell him, and five minutes later, he asks me again.
When we are going out, he has to have a last-minute faff - we can all be waiting by the car, in the rain sometimes, and he disappears back indoors to do I know not what, leaving us all there waiting, like Piffy on a rock bun. I have learned to have my car keys with me so we can, at least wait in the car whilst he goes back inside.
But he cooks, washes up, and does all the ironing, so I am a lucky woman.