You really have played into my hot, sweaty, grubby little mitts.
I've just copied all this, except the nice stuff of course, onto an itsy bitsy email that I won't send to your beloved, always providing you do as I say. All that gardening and painting and patio production. The car polishing, the window cleaning.....Oh! oh! oh! I must go and lie down, it's all much too much.
There really is a God and she just loooooves me.
(She's a smashing girl you lucky bugger)
