1. Last Saturday we went to a large garden centre. While Mr O & the junior O's were looking at plants, I checked no one was looking and climbed onto a trampoline for a sneaky bounce. A sour faced employee sniffily informed me it was for children, not middle aged women.
2. We've just had some new bedroom furniture fitted. Mr O took his clothes from the old wardrobes & left them heaped on the bed. I took the chance to surreptitiously bin a load of his naff favourites, including two loose tops that make him look like Demis Roussos, some 1970's cheesecloth shirts and his 2nd best suit that was out of fashion when HIS dad was a lad.
3. We had roast beef for Sunday lunch, with leftovers earmarked for sarnies. Mr O complained it was too chewy. After a prolonged 2nd moan, I made his sarnies for work and included a chopped up elastic band. That'll teach him!