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Mother is a super-spiteful mode today.
I have avoided it so far, but she's really laying into Dad.
She's now told him to bin the stupid fucking roses he's planted in pots.
Not sure how they have aroused her ire, but she says she didn't ask for them, didn't want them, only wanted two to plant on the graves so they may as well be binned.
And he will. He'll put them in the bin, just because she is in a pissy mood.
SLAM goes the microwave. BANG goes the cupboard.
It honestly isn't me this time, we had a pleasant convo this morning.
I'm still going to hide though.
We'll play nicey-nicey-family later because Maureen is coming over.
I'll still hide. It's extremely rare for me to eat with them anyway as dinner is a flashpoint.
Maybe it was an email, she was on here just before me.
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