On my list of things I want to do, working in an abattoir for the next three weeks doesn't even turn up.
But I have to.
I'll be living with my aunt. While my uncle is in hospital (complications of his WW2 injury) and one of my cousins will probably go to the psych ward (depression caused by her latest attack of MS).
Joy, I'm sooo good at emotional support.
I think I'll spend a lot of time with my books.