lol at these loons
DP will open kitchen cabinets and stand there with hands aloft, looking at groaning shelves packed with food, stare at it for a monent, then turn and say to me (pathetically) 'there's NOTHING to eat'. Same with the fridge.
He chews ice cream and lollipops.
Pulls the loo roll with a godalmighty tug, so about 80 feet comes off in one unfurling roll, just to blow his nose with (cue trumpets)
Refuses on pain of death to eat the skin off a jacket potato ('vile') but will eat the skin on potato wedges. He is completely nonplussed and gives me the blank look when I point this anomaly out to him.
Punches the life out of the pillows before he sleeps on them.
Never, ever throws clothes away even if they are falling to pieces. Gets very upset if I have a shit clothes amnesty and throw old, crap t shirts from 1984 away (and these are not sentimental items. These are old builder clothes covered in cement/paint whatever and full of holes etc)