After the last renovation project, LOML swore blind that she'd never lift a paintbrush again. Fine by me. She's more than done her fair share of painting. Fast forward to now.
"You've got too much to do. I'll paint the bedroom"
"But remember, last time your hand and arm got very bad with the repetitive painting action"
"I'll be careful this time".
So she paints. That evening, her arm is aching.
"Why did you paint? I'll do it. I've got the machine"
"I've nearly finished". So she goes at it all day and most of the evening.
Next day, she can hardly move her hand. Refuses any sympathy or help.
"It's my own stupid fault. I thought I could do it but I should have stopped and not pressed on".
"OK - I'll do the supper tonight. I insist".
Next day. Hand still obviously painful. Logical thing to do is do nothing and rest it. What does she do ? Loads of cutting food up for lunch and supper. Nag her to stop. Like talking to the hand.
So she rests a little but then goes at it hell for leather again. Nothing I can say will have any effect. She struggles to cut up her food. Refuses any help. I threaten to hide all the knives. She threatens to leave if I do.
At least tonight, it's a spoon and fork jobbie....curry!
But why, oh why, are they so bloody stubborn?