I used to be part of the team that provided home care, four calls a day, to a lovely lady who was crippled with rheumatoid arthritis and needed personal care and help with everything from morning to night.
When she was younger and fitter she'd been very houseproud, to the extent that if a friend invited her for a mooch round the shops and a coffee on a Monday morning she would refuse, as that was when she always washed her kitchen floor.
She used to say to us, "Never turn down an invitation girls, look at me now. Can't go out, can't wash my floor, just have to sit and look at it."
So minimum housework from me as well, in her honour ?