Woke quite early thinking about the relatively simple household chores that I promised my wife I would do whilst she was away.

My son spends much of his time scaling the stairs in my house, which are a bit precarious. I have struggled with them in the past after a night on the town.
I bought a stair gate and have not got round to assembling it yet. The instructions were impossible to read, I spent much of my morning laying it all out on the floor and cursing the manufacturer.
I sat in a sulky heap with a thousand screws and plastic bits surrounding me.
I managed to figure it out in the end and with much grunting and sighing it is now in place.
The relatively simple chores have become mammoth tasks and I decide to call it a day. The thought of wallpapering my son’s bedroom is giving me a panic attack.