Mr Hayley: I was thinking of making risotto for dinner. What do you reckon?
Mr Hayley: Can you just stop looking at that for a minute? I'm making a risotto. What do you want in it?
Me: Did you know humans can regenerate their fingers?
Mr Hayley: [silence]
Me (clicking on new link): Huh! No way!
Mr Hayley: Right, I'm making this risotto. Did you post those forms for our passports?
Me: What? Oh no, sorry, I still had that script to write about serotonin. Actually, that was really interesting because...
Mr Hayley: But we live opposite a postbox!
Me: Can you stop talking for a bit? I'm trying to finish this article.
1 hour later
Mr Hayley: Are you going to come and eat this risotto?
Me (above sound of furious typing): Yep, just a minute.
Mr Hayley: It's getting cooooold!
5 mins later
Me: Sorry, I just had to get that done while it was in my head. This looks good. Wow, I'm hungry.
Mr Hayley: Did you have lunch today?
Me: Er, did I? Um... Did you put any fresh basil in this?
Mr Hayley: No...
Me: What about cheese?
Mr Hayley: Well...
Me: What's in it then? Just rice and butternut squash and stock?
Mr Hayley: And garlic.
Me: Why didn't you ask me? You know I make the best risottos.
While this is a characterisation, it's a pretty accurate one. Dear me, I'm awful. Carers of freelancers need some sort of support society of their own.