...down the hatch and my carer has eaten his lunch while I've missed my third meal in 24 hours 'cos I haven't eaten since lunchtime yesterday. It's too hot for a hot drink and there are too many empty calories in pop, so I'll be drinking water and surviving on the 24 calories (nope, not a typo, I really do mean twenty-four calories) from this mornings bottle of pop. Far from healthy, but I don't have a choice 'cos my carer has refused to cook lunch since the spag bol on Saturday. Apparently my carer "makes all her meals and drinks for her" though, which is absolute bollocks, and I've got proof of his lies now too.
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