Feel like exploding at the moment myself. DH managed yo break an attachment on my brand new vacuum. This place is like a tip and he’s watching flipping tv. I seriously want to crown him with said tv and stick remote somewhet his fingers can’t access it. I am seriously cheesed off at his carelessness when vacuuming and if his ruddy dog drools any more on my patio windows he’ll be joining poppa in the dog house. I know I’ve been getting him to do jobs around had house, but why oh why does he forget the corners and the nooks and crannies. If I didn’t need what’s left of my vacuum it would be going same place as I want to shove the temotes ??? So, for his own self preservation, he is going to come with me to the pizza shop. I want a pizza, some giant chocolate cookie and some proper chocolate. This will be done now, without any question, if he wants to stay on one piece. I can’t go in myself as I look like a bag lady down on her uppers and as he can’t drive my car he can’t go himself. Ye gods we’re a match made in heaven, not ??? anyway, off now to get my goodies with source of annoyance in tow ??