I suppose there are some out in cyberland who think I'm exaggerating about mother and quite possibly think I'm a bitch.
I went back in my diary for this time last year and she was much nastier then. So I should be glad the old bat has slowed down and dropped a lot of the vitriol.
It still doesn't make it easier when she rings at some ridiculous hour of the morning because she didn't want to miss me before I go shopping.
I'm going shopping on Thursday but according to her that's Christmas Day, it says so on the calendar and I did say I was having to shop two days early.
By the time I untangle all this and get her to see that Christmas is two weeks away, I'm awake with only three hours sleep.
I blame lack of sleep for me putting the doona sideways into the cover and why the bed still isn't made and probably won't be until I'm ready to pass out around midnight.