SHE IS SO BLOODY PATRONISING!!!! How dare she bang on about it being Friday and imagining it all being over later when you get to bed. She has done two (one and a half really) days ‘work’ so far this week. Two. And even then she was picked up and driven there, did a couple of hours fannying about getting fussed over, hair and make up done, taken to get Costa, then driven home. Now she’s got another jam packed day of being driven somewhere, fawned over, maybe having to read a few times and then being driven home. She’s left her son at home in his own house with his dad, not in childcare like the majority of us have to, and she’s in the financial position to be able to just order a takeaway tonight instead of cooking because God knows that lazy shite she’s married won’t do a tap while she’s out. She is so privileged to be in the position she is in and she still whinges and complains and goes on about it being Friday like she’s just done a 70 hour week. Sorry for the rant but she’s pissed me off so much this week, it’s untrue.