The DP does everything he cleans, changes beds, cooks, sets the fires, just everything.
As my lung disease progresses I find it more and more difficult to manage my personal care, i.e. washing. I cannot bend. I cannot reach my back. I need the emergency inhaler before bending over the bath to wash my hair. It would be a step too far for me to ask him to wash me, although he does do my back.
So I am biting the bullet and contacting Social Services. Not happy.
However I do not need to take deep breaths to paint.
His team won the Bird Race today! The Grey Partridges just off our garden were seen as they zoomed back to the finishing post, and clinched it.
Always good things to feel and see if you concentrate. And have a glass of red wine. Although the tears are not far away.