DBH is quite mild-mannered, but when I asked him this morning if we were completely out of it all he was decidedly grumpy. I asked when he was going to mow the lawns, he nearly bit my head off after he said the grass was still too damp and I laughed (it isn't, we haven't had rain for days) and stomped off to go butterfly-counting.
I think he had thought he would have a nice weekend doing nothing but important tv-watching, but it has all been spoilt for him. So if he can get like that, it's only too easy to see how awful some men can be to their wives.
