I am not a demanding person, I have my wants and needs the same as anyone else. I dont ask for much, beer in the fridge, smokes available, you know the normal day to day stuff. I normally do the shopping because the wifey is pretty shite at it. However I have just been away and she has had to do it, fcuking disaster that turned out to be. When I go I get shopping for the whole family, choccy bars for the trout, snacks, munchies, drinks etc. Now last night at about 2100hrs I start feeling a little peckish, so off I trot to the kitchen to get something to eat, I would normally task wifey with the job but I didn't want her to go through the agony of trying to unvelcro her lardy arrse from the settee. Anyway I get to the cupboard, it's full of choccy bars (which I don't eat), tins of spaghetti hoops and other shite that I dislike. "Oi wife, where are the tins of tuna" "We havn't got any" "Why not?" "We don't eat it" "I do!" "You wern't here" "I am now" "But you wern't when I went shopping" JACK BITCH!! So that is me stuffed for a quick snack. Fcuk it I'll have a drink instead. Get glass from shelf, pour a decent measure of vodka and go to drinks fridge to get Diet Coke. No diet coke just fat boys. "Oi wife, where is the diet coke" "We havn't got any" "Why not?" "I don't like it" "I do" "Tough, use what we have got" FCUKING JACK BITCH!!!!!! Now this leaves me in a dilema, do I re-educate her on basic shopping drills? Do I just accept it as part of married life and get on with it, or do I bin her and get a new one who can be trained?