Steve has just asked me how long I'd cook a gammon steak in the oven.
My reply, that I would fry or grill it, didn't go down well.
I'm sorry but that is how I cook gammon, unfortunately my reply was not acceptable.
Steve is now throwing things around on the kitchen, annoyed at how difficult and stupid I am.
Steve is going out on Friday with a friend, he is worried about how I'll cope with the Tesco delivery! I'm really looking forward to a day without being moaned at.
When I announced that I could no longer cope living on the boat I gave Steve the option of staying on the boat and I'd take half the savings and move into rented accommodation.
Steve didn't want to do this, he wanted to move with me and so chose to sell the boat and buy a retirement flat. I know he wouldn't manage on the boat but that wouldn't have been my problem. I'd spent the previous year suggesting we move to a marina with better access to transport but the only marina Steve was happy to move to had no room and a long waiting list.