so far he has been back an hour and has moaned about: a pot not being washed, sausages not defrosted, apparentely i stuck a potato on the side of the oven (huh?) not sleeping, work BLAH BLAH BLAH. have stopped listening and relaxing with glass of baileys (nothing stonger, i looked already). either that or putting his nuts through the grinder. grumpy old men eat your heart out, i've got the winner here... any contenders? OOOhh we are onto ressesion now