Breathe in, breathe out

I'm thinking of starting a blog category called "Things that my boyfriend and I argue about..."

Or maybe, "Accumulated stupidity/arrogance that puts me in a bad mood..."

Yesterday I did a major tidy of the back room, and I mentioned that I intended doing the same for the front room. During the week we both need to find time to do the main bedroom. Please could he ensure that he tidies up his things from the front room.

So what does he decide to do - vacuum the bedroom. He takes a break, and while I have the very peaceful Rachmaninov's Vespers on the CDplayer, he decides to channel flick - 'Allo Allo, ghastly Sky News - so WHAT if Blunkett's in a relationship with a married woman. It's not news, it's just advertising for a notoriously salacious gossip rag. Then the Olympics "This scoring's very hard to understand isn't it?" Unspoken reply, "I haven't a fucking clue because I'm in another room, and, thus, can't see what sport is on the TV."

I was busy screwing the window locks back in, so he walks in and holds out "Some paperwork from under the bed...". Sub-text being 'drop whatever is it you're doing so you can take this paper from me'. Grrr.

And don't start me on the washing up. Exactly the same as my mother. They both go on like they are the angels of washing up. So, then, why do they both leave rings on mugs, dried up tomatoes on plates. I may not do it very frequently, but at least I do it properly. And I tend to have wash everything again before use...