Thinking of you, Myrtle. Waiting is horrible.
DH has terrible habits with tools. He scatters them around the place so that I can never find what I want when I want it, and will gaily break the last hacksaw blade and not bother to get any new ones. Driven nuts by this, some years ago I bought my private set of essentials, with their own special toolbox, which live with my stuff in the house.
Now and again DH, unable to cope with searching the shed, will ask to borrow something. All good, but with the proviso of PUT IT AWAY PROPERLY!
And what did I find the other day when I was doing a spot of DIY?
No hammer
Two screwdrivers missing
🤬🤬😡🤬🤬
I have found the hammer, which he claims isn't mine even though I described it accurately prior to discovering that he had 'put it away' (stuffed it into a random location amongst all the DIY stuff). He denies all knowledge of the screwdrivers.
He's out tomorrow morning. I'll be going through the big manly toolbox in his absence in search of my screwdrivers. I will then find a new home for my toolbox and not tell him where it is.
I sorted out the larder today. I even labelled the shelves so he knows where to find or put the pasta.
Let's see how long that lasts, before I have to do it all again. I give it a week before I'm finding the soy sauce tucked away with the Ovaltine.