DH has just phoned and said 'I need a favour...', turns out that the Director of his company has invited him out on yet another work jolly, this time with the Execs.
He phoned to 'ask' me if he could go, he offered to 'babysit' the kids for me tomorrow so that I could take my Mum out for a meal in the evening, (big of him) which just f*cked me off even more. I told him that I wasn't happy with it but it wasn't my decision, and he said that he felt that he had an obligation to go because he was made employee of the quarter (and given a £100 cheque) last week. I told him that some crappy word processor certificate and a piddling cheque didn't mean that they own his soul.
This will be his FOURTH Christmas work jolly in a fortnight, having been out THREE nights in a row on work parties and after I bent over backwards so that he could go out on the piss for NINE HOURS with his brother on Sunday. I could wring his f**king neck right now.