This is the state of his bin......
.....after just ONE day!!!
Needless to say, I am now charging him for services rendered.
Clearly, just nagging does not do the job, I must develop a certain 'lashing' to my tongue in order to be heard.
In other news, Hubby turned the huge '50' the other week and I think its effecting his brain.
He seems to be more absent minded than usual, but more disturbingly when he is making dinner, we seem to be enjoying the delights of 'mushed up' food more frequently, such as mashed potatoes and mashed swede and carrots, mashed sausages.......everything is mashed. Unless its soup.....!
It is resembling 'baby food'.
I should have seen this coming.
When I make dinner he always mixes his food up and crunches it down. His eating habits remind me of my old Grandad, who used to mash his food up, because he had false teeth at thirty.
Whats wrong with him? He's still got his own teeth!
More worryingly, he was supposed to go on a course this weekend and forgot to set his alarm, so at 9am Sunday morning I was rudely awoken by foul-mouthed rants because he missed his call. This means his whole rota will now change from now until Christmas. (We had to wait months for that Christmas rota to come through).
Ole muggins here is going to have to split herself in two in order to pick up all the kids at the same time from different locations.
Its like being married to an old man.
Visions of catheter's and pee bottles are wafting around my head......food blenders and zimmer frames, false teeth floating in water......Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Lets just hope it a passing senior moment.......