We had a Chinese takeaway this evening, it was delicious.
We worked out that it's three years since we last had one.
Where we are moored its about a ten minute walk to collect the takeaway.
Steve isn't well today, we went shopping but he couldn't remember what he wanted from the hardware shop. He forgot to take a mask but fortunately I had a spare with me. He insisted on going into the butchers to chose the bacon for tomorrow's breakfast but came out with six gammon steaks instead of six rashers of back bacon
He walked straight out into traffic but fortunately I was able to grab him.
He has Beano either on a very long lead which means he gets in everybody's way or he has him on too short a lead. He gives Beano loud and contradictory instructions, fortunately Beano ignores Steve but usually obeys me.
It's like Steve has scrambled eggs instead of brains, he is aware that he's struggling but this just means he tries to do everything. He has to hold my hand, the dog lead and the shopping trolley, gets hopelessly tangled and gets extremely cross when I take one of them, usually Beano, away from him.
He can't bear me to go shopping without him, I think he sees it as a loss of control.