It was a particular bar, in a gold wrapper, with caramel inside it, and it was not a sophisticated thing to like and he never once teased me about it.

He bought them two at a time, always two, and he hid one, because he had learned in about the third year that if there was only one in the house then the evening it was gone was a bad evening.

He did the washing.

He did the bins and the beds and the hoovering and the thing with the shower screen that I hate.

He learned to cook four meals properly instead of nine meals badly.