Just had an argument with husband this morning, shortly before he's due to leave for work. Everyone is asleep apart from me and him. We're downstairs and I've just made three bowls of breakfast for the children. He says "come on dog, frontroom" (where I've just put the bowls of food on the table). Needless to say, how long will food last with a labrador, when left alone with it? I was just about to get into the shower, so I was angry with him. No bloody commonsense. He just doesn't think. Always the same.