Today's carer was worse than useless, even bordering on dangerous, because she was more interested in using her phone than keeping an eye on the beans.
It wasn't until I came out of the bathroom that I realised she hadn't stirred them at all, so I went over to give them a stir before the pan burst into flames (nope, no exageration there) and she was like "huh? No, I do!" then she grabbed the stirrer off me, attempted to extract the burnt on beans from the bottom of the pan and asked if they were ready.
It took her a good five minutes while I was eating my lunch to even start to make a dent in the burnt-on beans and there are still some bits left welded to the pan even now.
I've had a banana for my pud though, so that's OK.
Here's today's lunch photo: