Never answers his bloody phone
If we’re putting up flat pack furniture,he will study the instructions like he’s taking it as major exam
He’ll then lay everything out,taking up the whole room and slowly start putting bits together-I could have made 3 of whatever he’s building in this time
He’s really tidy,which sounds fab but I’m sick of playing ‘hunt my shoe’
We can’t just pop to tesco-he has to write a list,he’ll then forget something major and it blows his brain that he’s forgotten it and he seems to think the world will blow up if the forgotten item hits the trolley
If I dare to go near the ‘finest’ range he will suck air in so hard I’m amazed he doesn’t burst a lung-half our shopping is me putting it in the trolley as years ago I couldn’t afford them and now I can
I refuse to decorate with him-I’m happy to sling newspaper down and crack on with it-I redecorated our lounge in just under two hours
He can’t bear this so spends hours laying sheets down and slowly paints an inch at a time,so all jobs take at least 5 times what they should
He’s more than happy to have one bottle of shower gel or tube of toothpaste and when it runs out he’ll just go out and buy more-I can’t bear this-I have to have at least 6 months of shampoo,shower gel,toothpaste etc or I get stressed out
He does this weird snoring-it’s not snoring but a wet breathing-my brain latches onto this noise and it drives me mad
He hates opening his wallet
He’s a good egg really and I adore him-he’s always got my back,is always there for me and I’m sure I drive him batty with my slap-dash attitude to life
He’s my best friend