10 things I hate about you!

This is an ode to one of my favourite movies from the late nineties - while also giving me the chance to rant about the challenges of living with my boyfriend during quarantine* - even though I love him dearly!

I hate it when you offload about your day, walking off looking noticeably lighting having relieved yourself of the crap from the day, and forgetting to ask about mine.

I hate that you can still have ice-cream and cheese while I am seemingly becoming intolerant to dairy. And can chew it at some decibels that you can be heard at the other end of the kitchen!!

I hate that you need constant reminding to take out the bins! This is the one job that is all yours - and you have been known to throw boxes beside the bin because ‘the recycling bin is full’ even though there is a really simple solution for this - TAKE THE FUCKING BINS OUT!

I hate that when you shrank my cashmere jumper (meaning that I do the laundry now and you do the bins) you thought it was funny that it was now too small to fit even Baby Annabelle.

I hate that you complain you don’t know me as well as you would like - but when I send you something that explains exactly why I am the way I am - and how you can get to know me better - you haven’t made an effort to read it… I mean… WTA…

I hate the way you can only take dishes as far as the sink. Not into the dishwasher directly under the sink - just to the sink, or to mix it up sometimes the dirty ware only make it to the worktop beside the sink - even further from the dishwasher… it just makes no sense.

I hate that although you cook some gorgeous meals - you are unable to clean as you go (are you noticing a theme here??), that you will start cooking something in one pot and decide halfway to change to another pot… and then both pots just end up in the sink… that you can use multiple chopping boards to chop some veg, that you use multiple spoons both wooden and metal to stir and taste and all are left at various points around the kitchen - by the cooker, on the worktop, in the sink… wherever you are when you have finished with them…

I hate the way you tidy my things while oblivious to your own mess!

But most of all I hate the way I don’t hate you! Not even close! Not even a little bit. Not even at all!

I love the way you are sweet and funny, and tell me everyday how gorgeous I am; I love that you always ask me for advice, that you trust my guidance, that you support my dreams and goals… I couldn’t imagine my life without you and I love you!!

*Disclaimer - I am also in full on PMT mode!