'Husband dear,' I said.
'You know you've painted the bedroom the colour I chose?'
'Um, I don't like it.'
'Par for the course.'
Husband is used to repainting my bad choices. Not that I think they're bad when I make them; they just look different on the wall. That's my excuse.
Here is our bedroom as it was.
And here it is now in the colour I don't like.
Watch this space for how it finally turns out.
So this morning we've been to B&Q for paint (Husband) and Sainsburys for food (me). On our return, after putting away the food, Husband said, 'Do you want a cup of tea?'
'I've already made it,' I said.
Husband poured it. 'It's a bit weak,' he said. I'd forgotten to put in any tea.
He's now made a pot of tea. With a teabag this time.
I have such an understanding husband.