No more Mr Nice Guy! 04.02.13

The bathroom is really coming along now and it’s time to fit the toilet, John asks me where the white plastic waste is, I explain I have no idea and he tells me it was with all the rubbish on the landing, so I ask if it was with all the rubbish that he asked me to take to the tip, all the rubbish I triple checked was to go to the tip and John says yes, all the rubbish except that one bit of plastic pipe!

Apparently even if I triple check what is to go to the tip I should know not to take certain things! ARSE!!!!!!! So we have to go to the shops again, we manage to get what we need and the toilet is in. The new waste pipes are all connected outside and the old asbestos pipes removed.

The house is much warmer now or so we thought, the kitchen we have just realised is still freezing; we found this out because I had got a pan of frozen seafood out to defrost and 5 hours later it was still frozen!!!! Not having that for dinner tonight.

I continue to decorate the top bedroom; even with English paint it still requires 2 coats of paint. Part way through John declares he needs me to help him install the shower, this somehow causes world war 3 between us, I shout that my work is not as important as anything that John does and John starts shouting back that I knew I was supposed to be helping with the shower.

This shouting turns into ranting and lots of swearing, and then lots more swearing and then tears and not much ranting or speaking at all.

We are both upset and John apologises for being an arse, he was stressed and wanted to get the bathroom finished, we end up not doing the shower at all tonight but at least the bedroom is painted.

We thought we had got over the shouting and falling out bit, but I suppose it will happen on occasion, we are still living on a building site and no matter how easy going you are, having no water, being cold and living in dirt will get to you, again this is not a part that the TV programs show.