Petty As Fuck.

So, she came down to dinner, eventually after I’d called her like a million times and then when she did come downstairs she didn’t even thank me….which is JUST basic fucking manners, however, I didn’t rise to the bait like I would normally and sat down to eat with her at the table after having cooked her tea for her, she cleaned her plate and then the phone rang, like I’m even surprised anymore, it was her mother, obviously, so I began clearing the table and then started the washing up and dried and put away and made a nice little show about it, nothing dramatic or anything, just enough to make a point without saying a single word.

Oh well, fuck her.