Steve has sat in silence for most of today, he often does.
Then at 2:30 he decided to start cooking lunch.
He looked at the meat, he's bought a boned breast of lamb, big enough to feed an army.
To his absolute amazement the cooking time is three hours.
He is confident that the meat will be cooked in an hour, it can't possibly take three hours!
He does this most weekends and most weekends ends up in tears as lunch hasn't gone to plan.
I've tried making suggestions but I just get shouted at as I'm far too stupid to understand what's happening.
I made myself a cheese sandwich as I had breakfast at 8a.m.
Yet again the fridge will be full of half cooked meat for the week.
I've prepped some cabbage to go with the lamb, Steve wanted cabbage but doesn't want fresh cabbage only frozen.
Nemmind, I'll eat the cabbage.
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The things we both have to put up with its a wonder we arent gibbering in a corner
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