My day off. Been at work ALL week.
I woke up by DD bouncing on my head. DH made me a coffee about hour ago, announced it was the last of the milk.
I just asked if he could put some toast on for me and I will get up, no bread.
So, no bread for toast, no milk for cereal. He knows I need to eat breakfast given that I am carrying his second bloody baby.
So, is he expecting me to get up and and dressed and go to the shops while he watches the cricket or whatever else he is doing on the front room?
I do not think so. If I leave this house it will be to the shops as far as he is concerned, but then I shall stop at the cafe next door and get a bacon sarnie.