But after a corneal transplant to correct a serious visidailn problem, the father-of-three has suddenly become obsessive about the cleaning.

In fact, so profound is Mr Palmer’s new-found devotion to housework  -  to the delight of his long-suffering partner, hospice worker Sarah Gadsby, 45  -  that he believes his transplanted cornea must have been donated by a woman.”

“The late donor of Mr Palmer’s new cornea will remain anonymous so he will never know for sure whether it came from a woman or not, although he is in no doubt.
‘For some reason seeing the grime gets right on my nerves.’

‘It started as a joke that I must have been given the cornea of a woman but I really do think it’s true,’ he said.

‘There’s a reason why men don’t clean like this and I think it’s because we just don’t see the dirt, but I see it everywhere I go.’”

Must be, he seems to be babbling like a woman too <dodge>

I very much prefer this version, as long as she did not have an operation too and used to be called “Steve”

I said I’d love to stay if only you could meet me halfway but three times you said no way

…so there goes the weekend, scuttled with a threat, a goodbye sealed with mail you should rather have kept.

But I’ll keep on walking till I find my way back home, ’cause I’ve got a bird that whistles, I’ve got a bird that sings and time to do many things.

I need to do some washing

.. and I’ll need some help

The help’s good, but does she do windows?

There’ll be some ironing

and when that’s all done, I’ll need a bath

and play some guitar

before diving into my new bed for a good nights rest

And tomorrow I’ll keep on walking till I find my way back home ’cause I’ve got a bird that whistles, I’ve got a bird that sings and time to do many things.