Right? And I had no help whatsoever from my lousy good-for-nothing soon-to-be-ex-husband. His sole contribution was to tell me he was at work. I know you're at work you simpleton, I just rang you on the work landline and you answered. I'm asking you to stop being at work and come and deal with this person who's asking me all sorts of questions. You know I'm totally incapable of dealing with tradesmen.
I don't know where my damn fusebox is pet, you're the electrician not me. *points at something at random* Is that it?