We have to go away on Wednesday for a week so the plumber can pull up our floorboards and completely replace our heating system. There's a great deal to do before this can happen as the house is in chaos.
He's in the garden smoking eels.
Yesterday we had some friends round from London who we hadn't seen for ages. I cleaned the house and made a cake.
Just when the house was begining to smell fresher he started a fire in the garden in order to smoke eels. I told him I wasn't having it. (I'm vegetarian and so were two of the three visitors.) So he stopped.
I thought we'd be together today sorting the house out. There's so much to do, but he's gone off in the garden to smoke fucking eels again.
Thing is, I don't think he should bring them home in the first place. He's an angler. He caught them. They've been in my fridge and freezer.
I'm very tolerant of meat in the fridge which he cooks for the kids ... but for me this is too much.
He says it's no different from buying a chicken and putting it in the fridge but I just feel this is taking it too far. It's like he's rubbing my nose in it.
AIBU?