Well folks. Twelve days in bed with fibromialga and getting sacked last weekend.
It took me 7 hours to cook the meal yesterday and I came down this morning to a clean loaded (by me) dishwasher with another lot of dirty crocks to go on.
For context my DC are 20/24. My husband washed a few tins.
The tree is still outside as I was too ill to do it. My decorations are somewhere in the garage 'put away' by the adult son.
I have no family here, my brother died this year.
I think ill p*ss off out tomorrow.