We have a laundry basket in the bathroom...it's right in front of you when you open the bathroom door...and it has a lid. It's an easy lid to open and close...no effort required...you don't have to grunt and push and struggle to open it.
So why has Himself left his dirty trousers on top of the lid and not inside the basket?
The lid is there for a reason...it helps to trap the iffy smells from trousers worn to muck out donkeys and socks worn for two days instead of the much more hygienic one...
I won't leave them there of course...they'll niggle at me until I give in and put them inside the basket 'cos mentioning them to Himself sounds sort of nit-picky and awfully like nagging...
Sometimes he'll ask me ...'where are my socks?' and I tell him ,I'm not your Mummy...
It's quite subtle this change from being a husband and wife to being a carer...it happens over a long period of time and sort of creeps up on you until the day dawns that it is you who buys a new pack of socks or underwear...it is you who puts clean towels out and scrubs the loo...and it's always me who throws the inner cardboard tube from a loo roll on the range...
Suppose I'd miss him if he wasn't here...wouldn't miss dirty trousers on top of the laundry basket though.