I was awake and reading from 2am until 4:30, gave up and got up just after 5.
I made bacon roll for my L&M, porridge for me, made packups for us both.
I arrived at work at 6:30, unjammed 2 machines and started jobs running on all machines, they were running non-stop for most of the day until I finished at 2.
Then I went to DD2's to collect DGD's dancewear, on to the bank to draw out money to pay the fence man.
Collected my L&M from work at 2:30, took him home to wait in for Mr T delivery.
Collected 2 DGD's from 2 different schools, took them to dance class.
I got home to find my beloved in a panic as he can't reply to an email (because he's replying to himself!)
Then he asks if I've paid for the fence repairs, booked his next hospital appointment, ordered his repeat prescription, organised the boat insurance and sorted out the boat licence.
He is not happy as I haven't done these things.
I know he can't use the phone until he gets his new hearing aids next week, but when exactly did he think I was going to have time to do all this?