me laughing when he's annoyed

Good for you. I wonder why so many men seem to be incapable to doing a practical job without swearing.

Mr S. can turn the air blue with expletives and I either laugh or ask him to stop swearing with a few expletives of my own.

Half a bottle of Baileys? Bloody hell. Are you sure he’s shouting at the dishwasher?

I’m trying to understand why you didn’t look at the machine yourself.

Surely we should be aiming for equality and self sufficiency.

VANECAM I don't even know how to change a plug, I'm not interested. He doesn't use the iron, vacuum or washer.

Germanshepherdsmum Who cares? I'm alright

Well I do know how to change a plug but don't, I leave that to Mr. S. who does vacuum but never irons or uses the washing machine. He does load the 'washing up machine' as he calls it, though.

My DH is the same.. No patience at all.. He knows I will laugh, so aways after he's lost the plot he says go on laugh after I have started laughing he joins in laughing too as he knows he's been a pillock

Division of labour VANECAM. The way to go. Practised in this house though I’m not sure the division’s equal! If I tried to look at a broken household appliance it would become incapable of resuscitation.

We're --old fashioned--traditional in that I do everything domestic - cleaning, washing, ironing, food shopping, cooking, etc. He does the garden, repairs in the house, sees to the cars.

Are we married to the same man as me Smileless? They sound remarkably similar…

I mean are you…. Doh!

HowVeryDareYou

VANECAM I don't even know how to change a plug, I'm not interested. He doesn't use the iron, vacuum or washer.

Then perhaps it’s time to learn.
Depending on DH to fix stuff is not exactly 21st century

I was recently reminded that some things just can not be laughed at. When my bride of +40 years told me our dishwasher had stopped working and needed looked at, I made the mistake of joking, "That's OK Dear, I married a dishwasher."

My well intended humor somehow missed the mark with her.

It was me who taught my husband how to change a plug, when we were first married. He hadn't a clue. In fact he hadn't a clue about anything domestic, because as the eldest of eight and the adored son, his mother and sisters did everything.

That soon changed! He washes, irons, vaccuums, cleans windows etc if necessary. However, I will not allow him to cook, his cooking is diabolical!

PS, my sons are also self efficient, I wouldn't inflict that lack of domesticity on their partners, so trained them from an early age. .

VANECAM Nice. Perhaps when I'm 100% recovered from my stroke, I might. Your aggressive tone isn't appreciated

HowVeryDareYou

It's strange, isn't it, that some tools like hammers will suddenly hit a thumb of their own volition, eliciting a few f* words

I know how to change a plug, I know how to iron, but why do it when someone else is more than happy to do it better?

Onstrike

I was recently reminded that some things just can not be laughed at. When my bride of +40 years told me our dishwasher had stopped working and needed looked at, I made the mistake of joking, "That's OK Dear, I married a dishwasher."

My well intended humor somehow missed the mark with her.

Skating on thin ice there, Onstrike

I know how to change a car tyre, but there’s no way I can actually do it due to various impairments. I am, however, able to direct and supervise Mr. B while he does it

There's a lot of them about GSM.

"Depending on DH to fix stuff is not exactly 21st century" each to their own VANECAM. We've been very happily married for more than 41 years and TBH that's what matters to me whether anyone considers what we do 21st century or not.

PS has your H managed to fix the dishwasher yet HowVeryDareYou?

Why would I marry an engineer then try to fix things myself?

I don't have "M U G" tattooed on my forehead.

Choose your OH carefully

I once changed a tyre on a Chrysler Alpine in the pouring rain, with a new baby and two toddlers in tow.

Nowadays, I would just phone the AA! ?

I did the second time Calistemon. There’s nothing he can’t fix. I wish he did ironing as well (he certainly can) but my 20th century motto is you can’t have everything.