Revenge is Sweet.
Actual transcript of conversation.
Me shouting upstairs: Have you finished your bath?
Horace: ‘Yes, I’m just drying myself very slowly with a tea-towel.’ (Horace is 6ft4 so I imagine this is taking a very long time. There are no clean towels in the house)
Me: Says nothing, but sniggers quietly.
Horace: ‘I dunno why you’re laughing, I have no clean socks, underpants or trousers for tomorrow. But don’t worry, I can wander around in just my T’shirt instead all day…….(pause for dramatic effect)…and my swimming shorts I suppose.’
Me: Uncontrollable sniggering.
At this point, Horace ambles downstairs in a pair of summer shorts with no top on. I am hanging out washing on the clothes rack over the stairs throughout this conversation.
I shouldn’t laugh, I should hang my head in shame. But I won’t. I’ll just do an extra load tomorrow. Perhaps I’ll forget to wash the bath towels and just do a massive tea-towel wash instead.
This could be revenge for the snoring. Tread carefully menfolk, ‘Ve hav vays of making you irritated’ (insert german interrogator accent).