He has had a vasectomy today, despite being very freaked out by anything to do with hospitals. I went to pick him up this afternoon, and he has not moaned, he has not made a single 'you made me do this' comment, he has not acquired post-surgical man-flu. He has been sweetly appreciative of my efforts to look after him, and has just offered to iron one of ds's school shirts for tomorrow.
And he has just told me how gorgeous I look...