...a day full of surveys until Steve's delivery comes that he's assuming I'll answer the door to and I've gotta re-dress the back of his thigh at some point today 'cos I spotted that the dressing was quite bloody as he was washing at the kitchen sink again.
I'm 4 minutes away from caring for my carer for 3 hours already this morning and he's just come in here, so I'll see if he's got a delivery slot for his delivery then I bet he'll fall asleep again within seconds of telling me what it is, just like he has done all morning so far.
I was wrong... he's asleep now before he's told me what it is, so I'll go and add the time to my spreadsheet.
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