And just here to rant.
I'm fed up of cooking. I just dropped a load of the roast dinner I was making and that seems to have been the straw that's broken the camel's back. I've chucked the lot in the sink and now sitting here having a bit of a cry.
I want to go and see my mum who I haven't seen since Christmas and I want to go to restaurants. I want to see my friends and lose this enormous amount of weight I've put on in lockdown. I want to dress up and put makeup on and go somewhere other then my garden.
I'm just bloody fed up.
(Despite this I will still continue to sit in my house and get fat and throw dinners in the sink until told otherwise).