DH is on the phone to his dad, listing all the DIY jobs he has done over the Easter break. Currently he is detailing his BBQ cleaning status.
FFS>
He needs permission from his dad to fart. Honestly. It is doing my ever loving brain in. I might go outside and throw the BBQ over the fence, buy a new one and no cleaning discussions.
This is an ongoing issue. His need to get his dads approval.
God help us