Tuesday 18 January 2022

Both of this morning's predictions were...

...spot on.  There was a substitution with the groceries and Steve didn't fancy cooking, so I lived on a serving of dry roasted peanuts and biscuits for lunch, didn't have any breakfast and rarely eat in the evenings.  Tomorrow is gonna be instant soup, prolly made by me, in between Steve's medical appointment and his sight test, so it'll either be an early or late lunch, depending on when they get here.  They're supposed to phone with the accurate time so I'll have more of an idea about what time to make our instant soup for us tomorrow.

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