I gently suggest to Hub that he might attend to the pile of assorted socks, pants and other paraphanalia currently between his side of the bed and the wall.
To which he pointedly stares at the gap between my side of the bed and the wardrobe.
“What?” I say, “Its only a duvet”
“A duvet, and some pillows, and some books, and a scooter” he begins
“A scooter?!” I say, shocked.
“Yes, a scooter”
Ah well, that’s sorted, then.