Made her tea and breakfast in bed this morning.
Cooking pizza tonight (being super organised, the dough is already resting in the fridge).
Housework done.
If she’s really lucky I won’t moan about how I always make breakfast, cook dinner and do the housework like every other day*.
*this is usualy followed or preceeded by her making the same complaint, despite when pressed admiting that the last cup of tea she made was a fortnight ago, and the only houseowrk she’s done in the last week is to load and unload the washing machine on monday night.
I had to get up early to go for a blood test (for diabetes).
Rather worryingly you are my missus and I claim my £5?