Yesterday evening

I arrived home feeling completely burned out. I hate being messed around. I don't cope with it at all. I need to know where I am with things and people. I shouldn't do anything at all when I feel like that. I wasn't concentrating on what I was doing, and managed to set fire to the hotplate when I was frying some chips. I managed to put it out with a tea-towel. I bolted my dinner down and didn't enjoy it one bit.