As in, he should actually fuckinging work! He moans non stop that he's always distracted by calls and meetings and can't get his work done so he has to sometimes do extra at the weekends. Yet, this morning, he gets up at some ungodly hour waking me in the process and two hours later he is still sat in the armchair reading a book, having spent a while messing around on his iPad.
I've done the dishwasher, load of laundry in, made lunch for and got DC out to work experience and waiting for my computer to start up so I can work. If I start now, I can finish at 10. So why the fuck can't he do the same?