Fuck me! It’s gonna be a long hard day!
My Gmumma has come over.
First she started whinging about the ‘clutter’ in my flat! I had a massive clear out the other day and my flat has never been cluttered!! I fucking hate clutter.
Then she starts moaning about how often i water my plants - it’s fine grandma, are they dead? No! So shut the fuck up!
Then she comments on the empty pizza box n is like “oh so you are eating pizza again now, that’s not a very good idea is it?”
I open my wardrobe to put some clothes in that she brought over for me - she spots a skirt I’ve bought : “Tara, really I dread to think what you look like in that”
N then we some how get on the discussion of kids where she flips out saying if I have kids the stress will finish her off! She thinks cos i have mental illness i’ll pass it on to kids, which is fair enough, but did she stop before she had kids because of the physical ailments they MAY inherit?!
And this is just in the first 15 mins of our full day together!
Pray for me! (And her)