BUstle, that is shocking! What a strange book.
My Mother's Day started well, got the card (had pressured DH to make sure I did) and we went to a Da Vinci exhibition that I had wanted to go to - and then it suddenly all went to pot after that. I thought it would be nice to go to a café after for a drink, so I mentioned I was parched and DH said "there's water in the car". So I called him a skinflint, he agreed his first reaction was uncalled for and we started to walk up the street to look for a café. Of course, he ignored the one right next to the exhibition building but I thought, since this is his area, he must know what he is about. So - we walk for ~5 mins and he says "you keep walking to find somewhere, I'll go back and get the car". So far, fine.
I keep walking - in 100m there is a burger joint/café - it would have done but DH wouldn't be by for a while yet so I keep walking. And walking. 10 mins later and starting to get sore feet (wrong shoes for pavement walking) and no obvious café, DH rocks up, parks the car and says "get in, this area's crap, I'll take you somewhere else".
Then it goes to shit. After about 15 mins drive, passing lots of places that might have nice cafés, he takes us to a service station, asks me to go and get a bottle of water and a mars bar or something - and then moans that I am so miserable when I have a strop about it! Ah well.