Asking myself what is wrong with me? Am I that ugly and awful that no decent man thinks I'm worthy. I look at people. Their warm lovely homes, a garden, a car or 2. The pandemic hasn't stopped them going out for dinner.
I'm having pasta and sauce again. I'm fed up eating it, I want something real tasty and it cooked for me. No dishes is an added bonus. To add insult to injury I'm not losing weight. The middle age spread is showing.