Just been speaking to my mate and he told me a tale that has left me scratching my head
Last week their electric oven packed up, it was old so instead of getting it repaired they decided to get a new one. They ordered one and it came a few days ago. The plan was that he'll simply take out the old one and slide the new one in to the hole, stick the old one in his motor and drop it off at the tip this weekend.
Seems a logical plan.
Friday night is their 'going out' night, a few beers and summat to eat, like you do. Anyway, he gets home from work on Friday and his misses tells him that they are not going out - obviously he asked why, thinking she might not be feeling well, but no, she is cleaning the oven - the oven that is to be replaced! She spent most of Friday night cleaning the fucking thing only for my mate to take the cunt to the tip yesterday morning.
Work that one out?
My wife is generally pretty chilled out and lets me get on with whatever I want - football, stag dos etc. But when it comes to cleaning she does my head in with the way she does entirely pointless things. Some examples....
-On sunday her parents, sister and nephew are coming over for a meal. It's been pissing it down all day and I've been in and out a few times so there are a few wet (not muddy) footprints on the hall floor directly in front of the door. She insists on steam mopping it even though within an hour people will be walking on the exact same spot and she will be doing it again.
-General failure to use the dishwasher. "It's quicker just to wash it up." It's not.
-Faffing with the airer. In my method I stick wet washing on the airer and leave it to dry. If it takes 24 hours, it takes 24 hours - the only work to be done is putting it on there in the first place. My wife will move stuff around, put a couple of dry items away and generally make a far bigger job of it then it needs to be.
-In a similar vein, if cooking a meal I will wipe the surfaces once at the end of it all (unless there has been raw meat on stuff). She will wipe the same bit of surface 5 times so it looks tidier while she's cooking.
-I'd never heard of them before having a baby, but there are these things called muslin cloths that you basically end up using for general sick catching and milk dribbles. You get through several in a day and they're a purely functional item yet she insists on ironing them. It's like ironing bog roll.
Then she tells me she hasn't got enough time to do things.