Ok, let me set the scene for last night's quack:
Before heading off to work (from 1pm - 9pm) I loaded the washing machine, put dinner in the slow cooker, hoovered the house and took the dog out for a walk. AH works from home and spends most of his time in his man cave upstairs.
Upon my return I find the dog has crapped in the living room.
Me: Didn't you let him out while I was gone?
Him: No.
Me: Why not?
Him: I was
BUSY.
Me: You could at least have let him into the garden even if you didn't want to take him for a walk.
Him: All right! I know what I did! Stop going on and on and on and on and on. You know what you are? You're a
bully. That's right. A bully.
I'm so mean. For shame!
