Just the usual things - luminous green snot on children's faces, the hawking sound before gobbing out a load of snot (just blow your nose, you fucking animals), seeing food whilst it's in the process of being consumed -
And the sound of DP
a) using my beautiful, eye wateringly expensive Japanese knives on the hideous glass cutting board he purchased, rather than the beautiful Butchers' Block or other lovingly cared for and cherished wooden boards,
b) using a metal utensil on my equally hideously expensive pans, and
c) finding out when I go to use said pans, he's cooked with them and 'washed up' the inside but not bothered with the outside, so there's a greasy, blackened layer of filth that won't come off.
Food is a serious business. And so is the equipment you use to make your food. Why anybody would treat the tools that feed you so carelessly, I have no idea.
ETA (I stopped before posting): He's just said the Nikiri is 'in the washing up bowl somewhere'. I wasn't anticipating needing a new patio so soon after Christmas.