well, this is it!!! I have absolutely had it up to here with my wife's sloppy housekeeping
came back to the flat after a long weary day in the office to find:
no food in the saucepans
no milk in the fridge
no tea in the teapot
and (you won't believe this)
NO WATER IN THE TAPS
instead of admitting that she's burnt the casserole and forgotten to pay the water rates, she comes up with a story about some weird animal having rung on the door (oh yes! as if!) and eaten and drunk everything there was (including, apparently, every single drop of water in the reservoire)
I have no idea what is going on here but suspect she spends too much time listening for the milkman to pay attention to her proper duties.
AIBU to take supper at my mother's? Alone!
or is there another solution?