I need a dose of sanity and convincing it's not just me being unreasonable.
DH is driving me nuts. He's out on the hay because of this very good weather, I've barely seen him for the last week, he insists on setting his alarm clock for 4am and crawling into bed at midnight and we've just had a row because he doesn't think he'll mange to get to the Royal Welsh Show which is in 2 weeks time as he might be harvesting the Oil Seed Rape... 
He's also just had a strop because this years pet lambs escaped from their field this afternoon and went on a self guided tour around our local village which meant he was delayed from baling for 2 hours as he had to go and fetch them because it was too hot for me to work the dog on the sheep and bring them through the village myself...
I want to kill him. He's grumpy, I'm trying to contain my temper and be polite so he doesn't "go off" on one, when in reality he's being a twat because he is so focused on "getting the hay done". His only redeeming feature at the moment, is that he's not in the house!
Help! Advice to survive this hay making weather would be welcome!