Lynettea told me that my primary job is to look after her. I help her just by being there and making her laugh. I find that rather insulting.
I am sitting in my cosy with my eyes shut. Is it cold enough for her to get me a hot pack? My ears are pricked. I must supervise her typing before I go to sleep. We are listening to jazz radio. She thinks I like Jazz.
Now I have my hot pack. Very comfortable. I am stretched right out. I hope she doesn't interrupt me. Now curled up.
Sasha signing off. . .