Considering this was the same husband who, yesterday when I went flying in the garden (at 35+ weeks pg) and landed awkwardly (in an effort to save bump) and went into shock, brought me a cuppa and rescue remedy after helping me up, sitting me down and generally giving me (well deserved ) sympathy. I was fairly gobsmacked when today he refused to help me shift 19 packs of new laminate from one room to another due to a leak where the packs were being stored. The packs are 15 kilo's each, my leg and back are still sore after yesterday, and the b*d just stood and watched because he didn't think they needed moving!