Oh no I am not going in that drawer! That is totally his (OH) responsibility. It's a large drawer, a bottom one in the kitchen and the door/front(?) is hanging on by some very dodgy screws. I think if I try to open it, everything will end up on my feet. We are changing the kitchen later this year so he will have to tackle it then. I guess the contents will just get distributed around all the other drawers he has stuffed with tools and bits around the house.
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother
I've shut it again now.

