Chipping the hubby

Stooped to new lows with the war against technology this morning...woke up in the tiny allegedly double bed in the spare room as the builders are creating havoc in mine- they only came in to fix some water damage on the ceilings, that was 2 weeks ago..they have been here so long i have convinced myself that they are building a new floor up there as a surprise. i have been laying awake decorating it in my mind deciding what to do with all the extra space...would i prefer to have a floor dedicated to my shoe collection or a play room to banish Honey and his 10 foot TV to...anyway back 'downstairs' (Positive visualization, the SECRET and all that) i woke up in the bed alone but could hear darling hubby in his bathroom (i say 'his' as when we moved in the only thing we did to the flat was add another bathroom, its the key to my happy marriage never enter each others bathroom without a formal invitation) now the bathroom door is about 3 feet from the bottom of the bed but as load as i shouted/screamed/yelled and even threw his tennies at it, he didn't hear a damn thing...just as i give up and decide OK, fine I'll roll over and turn the alarm off myself, he saunters out (yes,butt naked of course, swinging from side to side) with his new shower proof headphone on!!!! He may as well just be done with it and get a little ipod chip inserted between the hears.