Putting the recycling out. We can have a kitchen full of the stuff to the point where we can’t put anything on the worktops, but he still won’t take it the three steps out of the back door and put it in the recycling bin.
Taking the old loo roll off the holder, replacing it with a fresh one and putting the used one into the bathroom bin which is directly, within arm’s reach, next to the toilet.
Taking clean dishes and cutlery out of the dishwasher to use. I mean, if you’re too lazy to bloody empty it, at least use clean stuff out of it rather than get more out of the cupboards.
When dumping dirty dishes on the worktop, reaching a hand down a few inches, opening the dishwasher door and checking whether it has been emptied or not.
Putting shoes in the shoe rack which is directly next to the front door as you step in. Oh no, shoes have to go on the other side of the door in the way.
Moving things aside and looking behind things before asking me where something is when trying to find something in the cupboard. If it’s not within immediate Iline it doesn’t exist.
There are two of us in this house, yet I seem to be the only one capable of performing these minor tasks. Is it too much to ask?