I've finally taken the bull by the horns and contacted social services for an assessment. Luckily they have an email address. I was dreading having to phone them.
In a tick I shall be off home via the supermarket. The incessant talking and babbling in English has now got talking and babbling in some singularly unattractive language running in counterpoint with it. It's more than I can cope with. Either I leave now, or I'm going to need a lobotomy.
When I get home it's going to be all suds, muscles and sweat as I give the place the once-over.
Tonight will be the usual quiet one with films, I expect.
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