I swear I am going deaf and I am two rooms away, with two doors closed between us.
Is it a male thing?
Even if I am in the lounge room during the day I don't feel the need to have the TV on unless I am, shock, horror, actually watching it.
The Workaholic walks in the door and switches it on at an unbearable level, no matter what is on.
My mood instantly changes and believe me, not for the better.
He says we never spend any time together in the evenings.
How can I? My ears hurt, in fact, right now, they may be bleeding...
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Perhaps I should invest in one of these signs for the front door:
Is it just my house or does it happen at your place too?