Today was sorting out the clothes morning and it’s a job that he has never really liked so I have always helped. So I sorted out the cupboards and he lay on the bed at my suggestion because just the idea fatigued him and we would never have got it done otherwise. He kept saying that he had done enough now, but I just carried on until several items and pairs of old shoes that he would never throw away were put in a pile, by which time there was much sighing and he finally said that he was exhausted but he had done a good job! I really had to laugh while saying ‘what you?’ and he said ‘well we then’!