One step at a time. Just trying to do battle with the Brat.
Foulest , darkest cloud doth follow her this morning. Can't find her report for a 6th form interview ...at her feckin school. I have constructively pointed out that as the school wrote it they will have a copy otherwise she will need to plough the debris in her bedroom.
"Well I'm not bloody well going if you don't find it "
" That's fine my darling " I reply all sweetness and light like " It's not my future you're feckin up "
And so the day begins
