when he's just come back from a weekend jolly with his mates in Manchester (we live in Cornwall). While he was away i did the usual 'wifey' things (cooking, cleaning, blah blah) and also had to go to one of his work dos (with DD) to 'represent the family'. By the time he came back, i'd almost finished cooking the Sunday roast. He then spotted the newspaper, said that i (me) hardly read any of it anyway, just looked at the pictures (!), then he buggered off upstairs. He'd obviously then stewed on it so much that by the time i gave him his dinner, he'd lost his appetite! He ate about 2 spoonfuls! That's what i call a waste. And it was only a small bloody chicken cos i'm not allowed to waste money on a bird that's had a half decent life!!!!
Sorry for the RANT...