I drove up to the house and found the driveway blocked by a car.
I leaned on the car horn, there was no response.
Once again, and nothing.
I got out of the car, the temperature cool, unseasonably so for May. It was raining.
I banged on the window (ok, so I have no doorbell)
I was annoyed, irritated. I am home from work, but a man who contributes nothing to the household and who doesn’t live here was blocking the driveway with his car.
I got back into the car and tooted the horn again.
At last he appeared. Running late apparently.
Every morning he comes into the house and collects the sandwiches that, yes I have prepared for him.
Every evening he takes a shower here.
I pay all of the bills now, and he does not live here. But this house is jointly owned.