DH reads over my shoulder too - it drives me mad. Unfortunately he is a computer whizz, it's his PC, and he would spend all night on it given half a chance. He of course would be doing useful, important and life-enhancing things like downloading every obscure indie track from the 80s he can find. Whereas I am "talking to a lot of people I don't even know about boring baby stuff." Grrrr.
We do have broadband so I can go on in the day for free, and indeed he often says "you've had all day to do that!"...yeah, right, 'cos I have nothing to do all day but sit around, eat chocolate and surf the net. Try telling that to ds2 who takes my logging on as a God given signal to climb on my head, press all the keys, delete my emails and turn the PC off mid-program.
As he had had a real go on Thursday night I thought I would make the effort and spend the evening with him. We had an Indian and a bottle of wine. At some point in the evening he managed to commandeer the remote control (fatal, as you all know) and we ended up watching NME Top 10 hits on MTV2. I tried to read the newspaper but he kept bloody talking to me and the music was too loud. Then Jackass (sends dh into Beavis/Butthead routine "hurr hurrr, hurr hurrr" ) came on so I gave up and went to bed in disgust.
Jeez, if that's the best he can offer for a fun night of quality time together I'll stick to Mumsnet..
Sorry, bit of a rant there...af arrived today and I'm ready to kill. Hormones, eh ?