Dh got up just before 2pm 
anyway must have sensed I wasn't impressed and so he decided that he must be feeling poorly.More likely he saw my face especially as he didn't get up until almost 1pm yesterday.So this morning besides doing the usual chores and seeing to the two kids with autism I have cooked a full roast that I was about to dish up. We always eat at 2pm.Said "oh well you won't want any roast then seeing as you are so poorly", thrust two paracetamol at him and sent him back to bed. He tried protesting that he'd try and eat it 
but I insisted that I wouldn't want him suffering by eating when he s ill.
The roast incidentally was lovely.