...I've had 7 minutes to myself so far, when I bagged up yesterday's lunch left-overs and took that and Steve's last minute recycling outside while he was eating his toast that I make for him every morning - every single minute other than that has been me caring for Steve.
I've taken my morning pills, weighed myself and the virus scan is almost finished, so I can make a start on the news now.
Our groceries are due to be delivered at lunchtime and I asked Steve at least 3 times yesterday if he was happy with the order and he said he was, so he hasn't got a leg to stand on when he sees that I've got bugger all in today's grocery shop.
I've been paid today (thankfully) so moved £50 over for the electricity which means I've only gotta find another £30 in the next 30 days then that's next month's electricity sorted too.
Steve's just gone for a poo, so he'd better hurry up or I'll be weeing in our back yard again. Yep, totally serious.
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