A single life for me

I have a filthy cold and a temperature and a hacking cough, and the OH still expects me to care whether I have leeks or runner beans. FFS! I'm not even sure I'm going to eat today. Can't he just cook it and let me decide later? No, I have to decide now, and would you believe we had a shouting match because my brain was too woolly to choose? A single life for me - please!