I can hear peeps groaning, but I have to let off some steam to someone who is not connected to me in RL.
My friend from Scotland came to see me for a week last week and it was a total nightmare. All her bad habits, which I didn't really take in when I was well, drove me round the bend. I.e., we're in the Chinese, she lickes the serving spoon and proceeds to put it back. She does this with every dish we have, despite me asking very politely not to because I'm a bit anal about this sort of thing and don't even like my kids doing it (though I'll still eat it). She fidgets all the time, I managed to cook for us one evening, she fuffed around behind me in the kitchen. I'm totally out of breath, it takes me half an hour to do things I used to to in a few minutes. Again, I ask her just to go and watch EE, but no.
I could have coped with this, as I managed to cope with her being bigoted about anybody and anything, but she cooked her goose on the morning she left. The night before I had told her that my ex husband used to say to my daughter when she was 14 that she ought to go on a diet and that she was a bit thick if she didn't immediately understand her homework. She was so confident before and then she turned into this person who looked for the bad guys to be treated badly. Now the next morning my so-called friend gets a taxi to the station in Plymouth. My daughter has agreed to go with her (my friend has bad arthritis), to make sure she gets on the train alright. In the taxi, she turns back to my daughter, relates our conversation from the night before (all in earshot of the driver of course) and then comes out with: 'Of course your dad used to call you a little fatty when you were 2 and 3'. Not true, big fat lie, she has to be in on the action. If my daughter's dad had called her that when she was that little, I would have kicked him into next week, least of all because she wasn't a fattie.
Now, I made a mistake by blurting this out to her husband. I called to speak to her, she was in the shower and I just went off. Anyway, she called me the day after, she didn't know anything about it. Her husband hadn't told her and I made her cry by reiterating what I'd said the day before. Now I feel like the villain.
The reason I'm saying all this now is because I'm sick to the back teeth of wearing this blooming oxygen thingymyjig and I'm just angry.
Not at anybody here though.
Thank you.