DH offered to vacuum the cat hair off the sofa. Lovely. He couldn't find the attachments in the understairs black hole cupboard. I suggest he take the ones from the old one in the cellar. Our cellar has a very heavy trap door. Instead of bringing them all up, he brought each one up one at a time to show me.
Meaning he hefted open the trap doors open then closed them 3 or 4 times. Eventually he brought up the (needed) upholstery bit. Process of elimination.
I did get a bit "oh, ffs!, are you having a fucking giraffe!"
I'm not a princessy high maintenance type, but have been ill for quite a while, so it probably wound me up more than it usually would have. I apologised for the shouting and arm waving.
Love the bloke really. Silly sausage.