I'd just sat down for a rest when Steve decided to unpack the last box, he told me to come and help.
I told him no, I was taking a breather. I've unpacked every other bloody box!
Cue a major tantrum and stuff in the box thrown away, heyho, hopefully nothing important.
It's bitterly cold today, Steve went into Reading to have a pub breakfast and look for a wall unit to store all his crap. He couldn't find what he wanted.
He's decided we won't have a TV as he can't find a unit he likes to stand it on. I'm not bothered as my eyesight is deteriorating so quickly I wouldn't be able to watch it for long.
He's sulking now, there are people in the summer house, he is complaining that I'm not going to join them and he gave up the boat for nothing. I don't need to spend every waking minute with the neighbours and he'd soon complain if I did. I'm just grateful that the neighbours are friendly and there are things going on that I can join in with.