His music is so loud he could not hear the door bell ringing, even though his study is downstairs! I had to go and open the door in snot stained pyjamas and stickky up hair and splutter all over the locksmith.
I am not registered at the doctor as we have just moved and just said to dp I need to go and register and get an appointment. The surgery is at the end of our road. Dp said I really don't think you need to go, because he can't be bothered to go.
In his defence he has made me lots of foul lemsips and hot drinks as well as scrambled eggs which would not hurt my throat.