I got a Tesco delivery earlier. I booked it for when Rambo went away to ensure that I had LOTS of ready-meals and easy-food around to sustain me whilst he was gone. I normally only keep a few in the house as a last resort but then I'm normally alright to cook...but then I normally have other people to help out with crazy psycho energetic puppy and other housework. I am so dead on my feet now.
Anyway, I got some comfort food in as well as I figured I would need it, and the damn people decided to substitute my raspberry sorbet for lemon. Who the fuck wants lemon sorbet? It's sour and horrible and most importantly - NOT RASPBERRY. I am sulking. Waa.
Also, Rambo called me about an hour ago to check how I was doing and I wanted to scream at him that I'm so not handling this very well and tell him about the subluxed rib and the psycho puppy and all the letters that I don't know how to deal with but I didn't. There's nothing he can do about it except come home early and I really don't want him to do that; he's visiting family in Derby because his brother's coming home for a week. His brother's been travelling the world for the last couple of years, living in Australia for the last year, and is only back for a week. He needs to see him.
I don't want him to come home early, and I don't want him to worry about me any more than he has to - there's nothing he can do about it. But I feel like I'm lying to him when he's asking me if I'm alright and if I'm sure I can cope without him and if I'm really alright and not just saying that and I say yes to all of the above. :/
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