Husband almost ended up under the manhole in our yard this weekend (again)
We're having our son's room re-vamped and he (hubs) decided to relocate (and replace) the radiator. This is what he used to do for a living before he went climbed up to management level (and world domination in general) so you'd think this would be a piece of piss?
Not so..
Hubs is carrying a bit more timber now than when he was on the tools and he's not as agile either. I lost count of the amounts of swear words coming from his direction.
We
almost filed for divorce when he'd nailed everything back in and I asked him to double check he'd fixed a leak.
That's it now.
No more.
If we need any jobs doing from now on, we will have to pay for someone to come and do them. End of. With each moan, grumble, complaint, and expletive - I edged ever closer to picking up something heavy which would take him out in one blow..
Plus, I saw his @rse crack.
I have fibromyalgia and I dismantled a garden trug and jet-washed the back yard while he was sorting out the radiator. I couldn't
move by the time I got in (and was sick all yesterday) but I did my dying
quietly. I didn't go with a sound-barrier-breaking 'OOOOH-OOOOOH-OOOOOOOH-OOOOOOOH!!!!!' every time I moved like he did, the ponce!
I offered the dude a massage, painkillers, and food. He refused them all! What's a wife to do?
Then he almost blew a gasket when I told him that the radiator will have to come off when the decorators come in because we've gone with a modern slatted rad where the wall shows through..
Rant over.