Poor performance as a slave

Goddess has asked that I write an entry for the blog saying how I have fared as a slave so far. The answer is not very well. Goddess is not happy with me in so many ways that I have lost count. I would love to be able to say that I have been a success as a slave, but it wouldn't be true. Yes, I have tried my best. I have moved close to where She lives. I try and do everything She says. But it's not an easy job and I have failed so far because I keep messing up or forgetting things.
The other day while I was at her house alone her neighbour knocked to say he could smell gas. It turned out that there was a leak outside his house, but instead of getting the gas people in to find out what was causing the smell I left it to him and went away. Goddess was extremely angry with me for that because she felt her children might have been in danger. Now it seems the strong wind overnight blew open the door of the fridge she has in an outside cupboard - which I thought I had locked with a padlock but which I obviously didn't - and blew important things out of the fridge and onto the road outside. I think this may be the last straw for Goddess so far as I'm concerned and I can hardly blame her.
Goddess is very demanding and I know that I have failed to meet her high standards. I have made mistakes - too many I know. She is often angry with me - usually with justification. The life I fantasised about has not been realised. She is unhappy with me much of the time and as a result I am sometimes unhappy myself knowing I have failed. I no longer wear the CB that she previously wanted me to wear and any thoughts of BDSM, cross dressing or bondage are distant memories.
Still, I have made my choice and I want to please Goddess so I will continue to do my best, in the hope that at some point she will be happy with me as her slave. She is a wonderful person and deserves better than a pathetic cunt slave like me.