I'm worried about Beano, his nose is warm and dry and he hasn't wanted to go out for his usual walks today.
My face is sore it feels like it's been sandpapered, it's from my cheek bone up to my temple and very irritating.
Steve tried to cook a beef joint for Sunday lunch y'day, for some reason he cannot grasp the cooking instructions on the wrapper. He cooked it for hours as he thinks any meat juices mean it's not cooked. He finally took it out the oven at 9:30, by which time it was dried out. He then went to bed in a strop. I've tried to explain to him how to cook but he takes no notice as he believes I'm too stupid to cook.
I'm now left with a large quantity of dry roast beef that Steve has sliced up. It's so wasteful, it was an expensive piece of beef, big enough to serve 6-8.
He cooked a chicken thigh for Beano too, in the air fryer, this too was cooked until it was hard and dry.
I'm living on cheese and pickle sandwiches as I can't eat beef that is like concrete.