...swallowed and my carer is fast asleep, snoring his head off after his huge lunch (he had ⅔ of the bolognaise, ¾ of the cheese and half of the pasta) and I've still gotta water the plants/seedlings, do the washing up, update the "available food" list and sort out the recycling into the various containers ready for Monday... gotta wait for my carer to wake up first though.
Steve'll be the only one eating tomorrow 'cos the pasta sauce container isn't big enough for both of us, so I'll be getting my calories from biscuits, ice cream and hot chocolates again.
I've already cared for my carer more than four times as much as he's cared for me all week so far. He's gotta pull over 33 hours out of the bag before midnight on Sunday (which ain't gonna happen in reality) and I've been working considerable overtime since Wednesday afternoon (currently at 59 hours this week, the requirement is to provide 35 hours a week to be seen as a carer) but I'm sure you all know that rant off by heart by now, right?
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