Tonight i had the misfortune of having a blocked kitchen sink. I trotted off to get a bucket, placed it under the trap and while my head was stuck under the kitchen sink, dear husband of the ruffti tuffti soldier type decided to leave his 'riverting' t.v programme to have a snuffty at the strange sounds and general hoo ha. Obviously macho man upon deciding that a mere woman is laughably incapable of such complicated tasks, sets about doing the job himself! Now macho man as we know him wont be satisfied with just unscrewing the trap, oh no wot? dont be ridiculous woman and get the kettle on! Nope, macho man decides that not only does the entire plumbing system need dismantling, but also the kitchen sink, cupboard, washing machine and lord knows what other kitchen appliance that looks even remotely connected to the aforementioned pipework. A few choice phrases later that has mrs none macho woman blushing at her roots, he decides that the offending blockage simply must be outside! So leaving the kitchen looking like a small scale beirut, he decides, bear in mind this is 22.00 and dark, that he simply must venture outside, with a torch strapped to his head and inspect the drainage. 3 hours of digging later, by which time the garden is only recoverable by Alan Titchmarsh and co, he's back in the kitchen, looking very much like rambo, growling, sweating and basically frothing at the mouth. Unable to concede defeat and shouting down any suggestions of calling a plumber ( by now i'm having a breakdown and the dog has left home) he attacks the sink again with the ferocity of a jack russel with a rat. I make the mistake of saying, well dear perhaps..... before my ears are ringing with every known expletive known to man...and a few that aren't. Rooted to the spot i can only watch in fascination as my once beautiful kitchen is reduced to rubble by macho man on a mission! Suddenly he pops out from under the sink, after banging his head for the 50th time and holds up the trap!! which contains a few peas and some unidentifiable gungy type object. With a satisfied grin of a job well done he pats himself on the back smugly while giving lessons in the correct way to scrape crockey before washing up. Ladies take note, save your kitchen, garden and sanity by NOT telling him the sinks blocked, simply wait until he goes to work the following day and then call a ruddy plumber!!