...double the minimum, which means that tomorrow is a pretty much guaranteed over 80 hour week and my carer has somehow gotta magic 33 hours and 9 minutes out of a 24 hour day to hit the minimum, so it's yet another week with him claiming credit for something that, in reality, is total bollox. I might be able to hit the 2½ hours of care if he cooks our lunch tomorrow, but I'm making a prediction, right now, at 8.02pm on 27th November 2021 that he'll find a reason not to cook. I hope I'm wrong with that prediction again, but I don't think I will be.
I'm gonna head off to bed for real now, but I'll be back again in the morning.
Nite nite orl.