Honestly I could scream.
There isn’t a door way from the living room to upstairs and my room is directly over the living room. When I come up to bed he puts old football matches on and I get a fucking commentary with crowd cheering the whole match it’s hideous!
Every night I ask him to turn it down. It’s really loud tonight and I’ve asked and he turned it right down and said snippy ‘that food enough for you’ so I walked back up stairs.
It’s back up to where it was.
Sounds like I’m in a pub. Ridiculous!