Funny story. I could barely deal with my own shit as we packed up, so I refused to help my husband pack as I didnt want another squabble or him ask questions constantly. 'You're a grown man', I said. 'Pack your own bags'.
Anyway, this morning we were unpacking at my mother in laws and I kept pulling out his tshirts. TWENTY FRIGGING TSHIRTS he packed. Twenty! I would NEVER have let him pack so many.