We do not have clear divisions in our household. I must say that whatever I ask my husband to do he does willingly, so much so that I try not to ask. But there are some jobs which we know are 'ours'.
I change the bedding, do the washing and ironing and cook all the meals. He organises the dustbins, gets them to the gate on time, cleans them afterwards (I don't even know whether it is black bin or green bin week). He cleans out the woodburner, lays it and re-lights it - if he is around he does the stoking but I am capable of putting a couple of logs on in an emergency. This sort of division of labout has been achieved 'comfortably' and suits us both.
Then there are the 'suspect' ones. Who cleans the shoes? My father was always in charge of shoes in our house and would spend an hour each Sunday morning cleaning off old polish and repolishing all the shoes - we always had the best polished shoes in the road. Who washes up the things which either aren't suitable for the dishwasher or won't fit in when there have been too many of us? If I have cooked the meal then the farmer takes on this role without even mentioning it. If there is another man present he usually hands him the drying cloth and suggests that he might help.
This lunch time, after washing the dog's bedding (I came down in the middle of the night and was nearly knocked back by the doggy smell emanating from her bed) it occurred to me that a clean of the washing machine might be a good idea before I washed my best cardigan. I had to remove the dispenser drawer. I read the instructions, I stood directly in front of the machine at the right angle, I read the drawing - nothing worked. I called in the farmer (who happened to be mowing the lawn), who came in, looked at the drawing and removed the dispenser - all in a flash. I must accept that there are some jobs better suited to him than to me. It hurts.