Oooh you're a naughty mess

i absolutely hate having to sit here, pretending to work whilst that mollusk of a mother of jo's fritters around the house/ how the fuck can it take so long to organise the removal of a few items/ it really vexes me/ all we want to do is relax and yet we are subjected to her blowing up and down the corridor like a piece of knackered tumble weed/