Na my fucking (soon to be battered) husband.
Little things are bugging me at the mo......
So, it's pishing down here, has been all day. MrM says - 'I'm just off to talk to spark (who is now working in the fucking dark) to let him know I'm off out'
Fine, no issues with that. I've put newspaper down on the floors near to the front and back doors, save me having to mop etc due to all of the cement and mud from what the builders have been doing.
I go to lock the back door after MrM had gone back out and WTF do I find?? A fucking mud bath on my kitchen fucking floor. FFS.
He didn't bother to walk on the laid out newspaper, no. He walked around it!!! Did he take his muddy shoes off when he came back in? No.
Am I going to break his fucking legs when he gets back again? YES!!!!!
Why don't all some
men think? What is it that's missing??? Does he think I like to be in pain fucking mopping?????
It's not fucking rocket science is it??!! Is it?? Maybe it is??
I am going to have vodka tonight. And pain killers and I am going to do shouting.
Take me to work Bitter, PLEASE take me to work!! 