My exercises were completed this morning before I left for work. Minipeelers getting better but Mr Peeler isn’t. Trying to be kind but struggling for sympathy with someone who keeps smoking despite having a really bad chest cold. Worked bloody hard today and finished my jobs so I could do extra cleaning in the factory like cleaning walls, freezer doors etc. Things have to be super super clean in the workplace and I love making that happen. Went home, told Mount Washmore it could wait another day. Made pizza for the kids and steak and veg for Mr Peeler. Slipped outside on the stupid ramp while putting the garbage out and came down hard on my hip and elbow. Swearing, ice pack and Hirudoid.

Tried to organise a Dr to do a home visit for Mr P but they turned it into a telehealth appointment and rang an hour ago. Dr told me Mr Peeler really needs to see a Dr in person. Gee, thanks for that insight, for fucks sake. Had to submit proof of residential address to Elder Minipeeler’s high school. Also had to submit subject preferences. This was a lengthy process of trying to decipher the wanky language of the descriptions for each subject and explain in simple terms what that meant, but we eventually got there. Now I’m blobbing out in bed. Tired but not tired. Bugger.