I know how some of you don't like to see threats of violence in thread titles, even jokingly, so I'll let you all make up your own.
I have cooked duck for dinner/tea/supper/evening meal/whatever it's bloody called (damned MN has me so confused these days!)
I told Himself we were having duck. When he came in, he asked me if the chicken was ready. It's duck, I reminded him. And it's in the oven. It's done. He can get it when he wants. Oh yes, he said, duck.
So then later he said to me "Where's the chicken?"
IT'S BLOODY DUCK!!!!!! And it's in the oven. Where it was last time you asked.
AND IT WAS DUCK THEN TOOOOOOOOOO!!
Come on, how hard is it to remember. Duck. Not bloody chicken. And it's in the damned oven.
WTF?