Husband, normally one of the school cleaners, is working at the high school, gloss-painting all the doors (hundreds of them!) for six hours a day. His hay fever is very bad this year, and the fumes from the paint aren't helping. But he's obliged to wear a mask, gloves and a protective apron, because there are a few pupils and teachers there at the moment.
He can hardly breathe, and gets home gasping for air. However, it's for the best I suppose, and he's very stoic.