Well, I've done it all today. I got up early to get on top of things. I done the housework, he slept. I done the washing, he slept. I done the ironing, he slept. I walked the dog, he slept. I scooped the poop, he slept. I fed the dog, he slept. I prepared the evening meal, he slept. I caught up with the bills, he slept. I sat down in front of the telly at 2.30pm - ah me time at last. Then the freezer exploded! Seems he'd put six cans of coke in the freezer and I hadn't noticed. End of me time. I threatened to kill him, sent him back to bed out of my way. Then I spent the afternoon cleaning up the mess. It was of course the extra freezer housed in the spare bedroom, so I stripped the bed - washing again. Cleaned the walls and ceiling down, sponged the carpet and emptied the whole freezer - housework again. I swore, I shouted, I moaned. I sat down and cried. Then a friend rang the doorbell, she said I should've called her it would've been easier to share the work. Then she told me her husband had managed to shut himself in their garden storage box the previous day. And finally we laughed xxx