...my carer has just ducked out of cooking lunch again, so it'll be "biscuits, mince pies and crisps for lunch today, sorry" which means I'll be going hungry again, so it's a good job I had breakfast, innit.
It also means that he won't be caring for me at all again today, so that's 7 hours of care every day now to hit the minimum required which has never happened before and I'm predicting now, at 10.38am on 23rd November 2021, that he won't cook tomorrow either.
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