In a fit of drunkeness generosity I offered to iron his work shirts of an evening. (he goes to bed v early because he works silly hours).
Bastard has just gone up to bed and casually thrown a hirt down to me.
He's been home since lunchtime.
I've been out of the house since 7.30 this morning, driven 150 miles, been to school, done some learning, driven home, been to see DD2 in athletics tournement, dropped DD2 off at the door then been to new parents evening at big school, popped into waitrose for some bits, then come home, loaded the dishwasher and had quick shower.
I haven't even had any bloody dinner yet.
would it be unreasonable to go and shove the hot iron up DH's nose?