DH and I are currently renovating our house in West Sussex along with DD7 and DS5.
Our house is not in great shape since we bought it from a couple of boomers who had no dosh and hadn't worked in any meaningful way since the late 90s (Thames Water shares apparently+employment at a random merchant bank) so there is a lot of renovation to complete.
Anyway, on Saturday I found DH in his skimpies and a pair of goggles in the pool at 3am trying to unblock a drain.
The previous weekend I found DH on the floor at 1.30am, after we had watched Slow Horses, like a worm with a tube of silicone sealant (wrong colour) around the loo in the third bathroom.
And the weekend before that he was in the garage dressed in a make-shift beekeeping jacket (bin liner) trying to take down a wasps nest.
When my DMIL+DFIL came a month ago for supper with their DGC, DH decided it was an opportune moment to hang William Morris wallpaper in the orangery.
AIBU to say No! DH cannot continue his ridiculous DIY capers?