I love the UK but somethings bother me.

LMAO! I would kill my husband if I ever found a poo bag in the house let alone my coat! 

Can I quote you in court

One day, I went to work as normal and was sitting on the train to London. I could smell poo and surreptitiously checked the soles of my shoes but couldn't see anything. A guy got on and sat next to me then moved away after 5 minutes so I knew I wasn't imagining it. 

Great strategy for getting more personal space on public transport! 

Can I quote you in court

LOL 

I love it in the U.K. but here's something that bothers me: the cream containers. I bought a small pot of single cream yesterday and was pretty careful when I packed it, but by the time I got home 10 minutes later I had an empty cream pot and cream all over my other groceries. That wasn't the first time that's happened. I wish I could by cream in those dandy little cartons they come in in the U.S! There, I've said it!

I love it in the U.K. but here's something that bothers me: the cream containers. I bought a small pot of single cream yesterday and was pretty careful when I packed it, but by the time I got home 10 minutes later I had an empty cream pot and cream all over my other groceries. That wasn't the first time that's happened. I wish I could by cream in those dandy little cartons they come in in the U.S! There, I've said it!

I can't even count the number of cream pots I've lost either between the store and home or falling out of the fridge.  Well, most people probably don't have to worry about theirs falling out of the fridge, but we do because we've got two shelves to work with.

Great strategy for getting more personal space on public transport! 

    Whatever it takes!

Funnily enough, he has forgotten...

One day, I went to work as normal and was sitting on the train to London. I could smell poo and surreptitiously checked the soles of my shoes but couldn't see anything. A guy got on and sat next to me then moved away after 5 minutes so I knew I wasn't imagining it.

I got to work and, all day, I got occasional wafts of poo smell and was perplexed as I couldn't find the source of it. It got to home time and I put on my coat, grabbed my bag, checked I had my keys. They weren't in my bag, so I checked my coat pocket, only to find a poo bag in there.

It was knotted, so no spillage, but I, to this day, have never let him live it down.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Omg.  I think it would have to be divorce for me.

Nah, it's much more fun torturing him about it every now and again