
Love the disclaimer at the beginning of your post Susue, think I may start with one of them too!
I love Mr G to bits, but he drives me close to bloody insanity!!
Dare I mention Drills?? Those with Egyptian husbands will probably know where I'm going with this one at the mere mention of 'drill'!! What is it with the wanging the drill round to make the hole larger??!! Would a bigger drill bit not do the job better?? (and also not end up with a hole that's an inch across at the opening and a milimetre across at the other end!) Now Mr G (Bless his heart!) is an all or nothing kind of guy, and doesn't believe in preparation, he just goes straight at it. Last month I asked him to drill a couple of holes in the Wee One's room. With hindsight, should have got off my lard arse and done it myself! So off he pops, and ten mins later I hear drilling. 10 mins after that, he's still drilling ... the same hole!! I was a tad busy at the time and unable to move, but managed to shout over the racket enquiring if he'd hit oil yet? I dreaded going round the corner to see the damage. Yup, another inch big hole! He claimed it was because the drill bit was dead, but seemingly he was so eager to get it done he had no time to go and buy another. Even worse .... right underneath the two holes was the open nappy bag .... now full of brick dust .... and my laundry!!!!

And now we'll fast forward to this week .... kitchen painting!
He just went in there full whack with the paintbrush, didn't bother moving anything, so now the washing up that was sitting in the sink has paint splats all over my stainless steel pans, all my drawers are painted shut (with no knobs on either as in our infinite wisdom I did get him to remove them before he got going on the second coat ... notice they were still on for the first coat!) He did put newspaper down on the floor, but then splatted paint all over it, then walked all over the splats, and then walked all over the flat.

I just despair! Really I do!