After nearly two months of saying how she'd like to have the house to herself again, she's getting her wish.
BrickOutHouse is going away with his girlfriend for the long weekend.
So she's ramping up for a decent old whinge.
We've left her all alone, in pain, without being able to even get a meal.
My sister has just given her the meal I prepared on Thursday, one of several.
The pain hasn't stopped her from raiding the fridge and scoffing down half a bucket of ice-cream.
I refuse to walk over tomorrow in 32 degree heat and sit there while she sleeps or like today, while she doesn't sleep.
Whatever we do, it's not what she wants unless it's her idea. Someone should tell her that slavery was abolished.
Once again, apologies to everyone who really likes their mother because I don't give a flying fruitbat about mine.