We have bathroom scales. Not recommended, but we do. We hate ourselves like that.
My lovely man announced that his was no longer working. Of course I checked and yes, it appeared to have given up on life.
Do you want to just use mine I enquired.
No, he firmly responded, yours is not very friendly.
I knew it! Arsehole thing.
So, I bought him a new scale.
There’s two here, he advised.
Yes, I said, it was a good price if I bought two.
He looked at me quietly.
You’re going to put the arsehole scale in the guest room aren’t you?
There’s a fat mirror in there too I told him.
No wonder nobody visits us twice.