A helping hand

My husband, Gaz, 39, does all the mucky chores. Not because I’m a 1950s housewife wearing a pinny in the kitchen but because I’m keen to avoid spiders, mould, blocked drains and the permanently cold workshop. He’s building a birdhouse, so I put on my jacket and offer a hand. While we’re drilling and measuring offcuts of wood, we have such fun and I know Gaz appreciates my offer of assistance, even if I’m not entirely sure what to do with a spirit level.