A working woman, but more ailments

Well, I'm not sure where to start!
Since we moved here 18 months ago, I haven't worked (well not paid employment, I have worked very hard at home) although I took early retirement from my last job and have a pension. I intended to find work, but the reality of project managing home improvements, builders, plumbers etc etc meant the it was easier for me not to work. Mr H agreed, in fact he commented, (several times) that he liked me being at home so he didn't have to worry about chores. I suggest there may be an element of control there, he likes to think that he knows where I am and what I am up to. Over the past 6 months or so, I have begun to be a bit bored at home, and have looked out for jobs, a month ago, I saw something part time that I fancied and was well qualified for, and applied. Mr H, in his inimitable (and very predictable) way, went for the negative spin. "You won't get it because you're too old, if you get it you won't like it, how will you manage walking the dog before work when I'm not here,  and on and on". Well, dear reader, I got the job, and am now in my second week, and am enjoying it so far. Mr H, of course, continues to be a miserable tw*t. Last week when I started, he was working away so my working had no impact on him. This week, he's working at home and it's a different story altogether.
I arrived home from my gruelling day at the coal face (!) to find Mr H sitting in front of the TV which was turned off. He hasn't hoovered, I get no offer of a welcome home cuppa,  at least the dog was pleased to see me!
 "I don't feel very well" he whined. The dog whined in sympathy - I think I would be pretty depressed too if I had spent the day in Mr H's company.
 "You've probably got that bug I had, never mind, I am fine now so it won't last long" I say, having gone to bed at 7 yesterday feeling rotten, but making no fuss (and it is probably the first time in years that I've taken to my bed!)
10 minutes later he comes into the kitchen to tell me he feels dreadful and is going to bed - it's 4.30pm. I honestly think he is doing this because I have gone against his wishes and got a job, it's his way of punishing me. Well it's not really a punishment Mr H, I'll watch what I want to on TV with the
 dog for company.

What next eh?

Hannah x

Update, 2 hours later he rises from his pit and comes downstairs, ruining  my plans of an evening of
peace.  He thinks he feels better now. I have cooked and eaten my tea. "What will I eat"? He whines. "Whatever you want dear, I've had mine" I am looking forward to work tomorrow!