Attention span of a goldfish

 I spent nearly all day in the kitchen yesterday.  Cooked the chicken mince and then made 2 lasagnes and 2 cottage pies from it.  Chopped a butternut squash, half was boiled and mashed (which became the topping for one of the cottage pies), the other half diced and roasted.  Sliced a whole bag of carrots and roasted them in the air fryer, then portioned and froze.  Finely sliced a whole green cabbage, stir fried/steamed it in butter and a tiny splash of water, portioned it up and froze it.  Sliced and lightly fried the courgettes a neighbour gave us and open froze them on a tray.   That's all the veggies done for our first week at the caravan, along with some frozen peas and sweetcorn.  We'll have one of the lasagnes and one cottage pie at the van this week, I have some chicken fillets which I'll wrap in smoked streaky bacon for another meal, along with a pack of turkey and caramelised red onion sausages and lemon & pepper dusted sole for 2 more meals.  Lunches will be the gammon I cooked for husband, as sandwiches or salad, and canned tuna or salmon or cottage cheese with salad for me.  Breakfast he pleases himself, I rarely eat breakfast.

I asked husband to make sure he cut the lawns front and back yesterday.  The front lawn is the size of a postage stamp so only takes him 5 mins max, the back lawn he generally has to stop for a break halfway - it's not huge by any means but does wear him out, understandably.  I couldn't hear the lawnmower going whilst he was supposed to cutting the front lawn, but could hear his voice, he was gassing to one of the neighbours, but it eventually got done.  He'd been out the back for 15 mins or so when I realised he was nowhere to be seen (the kitchen is at the back of the house and there was no sign of husband from the kitchen window).  As I needed to speak to him anyway to remind him to give a message to a neighbour, I went out to look for him - he was in the service road at the back of our house, this service road leads to the other 3 houses which have their parking spaces in their back gardens - our parking space is at the side of our house.  So really the service road is nothing to do with us, our garden is accessed from the side behind our parking space and garage.  Husband was cutting the grass along the verge of the service road. 😒 Since mowing the lawn does make him breathless, and he hadn't even started on our back lawn (which arguably is more important than a verge along a service road which is not our responsibility!), I suggested it might be better if he stopped that and cut our lawn instead.  Honestly, he's got absolutely zero idea of priorities, and is so easily distracted from a job.  Which I know is a feature of the cognitive impairment.

Just the 2 fruit cakes and cheese scones to make this morning, pack the clothes this afternoon, pack Betty's food and treats, bit of banking to do and then I'm done, thank goodness, I'm knackered.