Tree71 , Judy, M0nica, and anyone else, we should form a support group
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I've been 'helping' Mr Dog to get the back bedroom ready to decorate tomorrow. Previously, I had decluttered the wardrobe and sorted the remaining clothes and shoes inside it. He needed to move the wardrobe for the decorator (fair enough) and it has proved difficult. After much huffing and puffing he took all the clothes out of it, draped them over the bannister with the hangers over the stairs, and piled the shoes and bags in front of the loo.
I have been (accidentally) standing exactly where he needed to be throughout, unable to assist because the wardrobe was in an alcove with virtually no wriggle room, so we've got on one another's nerves. He's broken the wardrobe door trying to move it, and at least 50% of the hangers have fallen out of the clothes onto the stairs. I am now going to have to sort them out again, rehang them and put them away creased - I'm not ironing them as the wardrobe will have to go back when the room is finished, and there will doubtless be a repeat performance. It took ages to sort through them the first time, and I hate doing things like that. He also slips far too easily into sergeant major manager role, and forgets that I am not a squaddie an underling 😡.
He's taking the carpet up now, so I have moved downstairs 'out of his way'.
This does not mean that I don't love him dearly, just that I could cheerfully strangle him at times. (I'm 100% certain that his version of events would differ, too, although obviously mine is the correct version
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