Mrs C gave me a great deal of help trying to get the garage in some semblance of order, it is great to be so loved but it will cost her I'm afraid, she will need a new hip soon and excessive activity hurts.
My back, with meds, lasted until I'd almost finished the first stage, much longer than I'd expected.
A by-product of my milder meds is I talk, and as I tend normally to be the silent type, leaving the conversation to Mrs C, ( I don't think she has any difficulties with that role). Those med-induced conversations bring Mrs C and I closer together. We each learned more about each other again today, a delight.