My grandad used to say ‘I wish it was Sunday every day,and christmas once a week’
amazing thought as a kid-now?
my idea of hell
today I got up,went downstairs,got a glass of Diet Coke-had just started to watch a bit of tv
my son rang-midway through the call he screamed
his dog had shot into a bush and instead on turning round and back to him,he had ran through it,onto the road and got hit by a car
he slammed the phone down just as my step daughter walked through the door
(she’s just moved back in with her mother after putting us through two years of sheer hell-we’ve almost broken up because of her behaviour)
she came bursting into the house,up the stairs and into her old room
I could hear her pissing about up there and when she came down the stairs I calmly asked for her house key back
well!the abuse I got!
swearing,screaming,throwing (my) stuff about etc-my pot plant ended up smashed and my shoes ended up in the kitchen
i managed to get my key back off her-while she was making it very clear she deserved to keep it-and I’m saying she doesn’t live here nor has ever paid any rent the whole time she did live here and I wanted it back-I’m not running a hotel just for her to come and go as she likes
she turned round,smashed my window and walked out then started banging on the front door (we have two) and screaming abuse through the letterbox-she finally left when her dad got up to deal with her
we’ve had the glazier round to fix it with money we don’t have but at least I got my keys back
my son then rang back
the dogs fine,but is costing him £250 just to get checked out-his insurance ran out last week-2 years of shelling out £35 a month and he forgot to renew it
then stepdaughters mum rang to shout abuse at me-apple doesn’t fall far from that tree-we ignored her,got some crappy texts,went for a fag and the rest of the day has passed peacefully thankfully
i hate sundays…