Local man John Cavendish, 32, is an avid potholer who enjoys nothing more than spending a Sunday afternoon wandering about in caves, seeking darkened areas in which to have a piss.
But no more.
His wife Mary, 31, has banned him from sneaking off for a quick whizz in dark, cavernous recesses.
"I spend 3 hours preparing the Sunday roast and when I'm ready to sit down and serve the dinner I discover he's off some place pissing in a hole", Mary told us yesterday.
John says he doesn't like Mary's mashed potato's. He says they are lumpy and she doesn't whisk them enough or add any little sprinkles of parsley to them like his mother would.
He also just enjoys having a piss in caves on his own.
They have come to a compromise.
John stays at home and eats his dinner but after washing the dishes he is allowed to build a little fort out of cushions in the sitting room and have a bit of a piss inside of it until it's time for beddy-byes.
"The house stinks of piss, but hey, at least he eats his dinner now", said Mary, "and we get to see more of him".