Am I being unreasonable to spend all day in Italian coffee shops breastfeeding, drinking latte, eating pannini's and chatting with my mates whilst my husband commutes for an hour, spends all day being humiliated by his boss, eats a really horrible sandwich for 15 minutes whilst desperately trying to renew our insurance policy online, works until 8PM to catch up on his emails, commutes home for another hour (at least) with a takeaway veggieburger on his lap (because I was far too busy to go shopping) and then has to come home and listen to me drone on for an hour about getting some shelves put up whilst he microwaves a readymade curry for one? Worse, the selfish little sod seems to spend every moment drinking Chilean Merlot and complaining about chest pains.