every single morning she wakes up and complaines she’s tired and hasn’t had enough sleep. Then gets into a huff when I remind her that yet again she spent the night playing some stupid iPhone game or while watching some shite on the telly.
Oh, and saying wer’re skint while simultaneously booking really expensive holidays, weekends at the Grand national / ascot etc. All of which require multiple trips to the shops to get more bloody clothes.
Oh, and saying she’ll help in any diy task and loosing interest after 3 brush strokes then complaining how long it’s taken
Oh, and breathing, her £&@”ing breathing.
I’m making me a new patio……