Tues Jan 9th

School Holidays still in progress . Starting to get to me somewhat although delighted to spend last day of vacation with youngest River Sprite whizzing about in mud- coated car listening to Maroon 5’s Animals as well as Sia’s, ‘The Greatest.’ all time faves for the two of us. Disgusting weather – rain free but relentlessly cold and utterly overcast. Felt as if trapped in a Tupperware container with lid firmly pressed down. Gloomy, grey, scudding skies. Very angry with Old Father Thames who made every possible effort to undermine me this morning – first thing – why? – this yet to be explained

He sniped at me as we pottered about making breakfast for the children and snapping at each other like turtles over the gas hob. He had snorted (I think) with derision when I said, “I’m tidying up as I go along”

Definte virtue signalling from him. Unfair! Do not feel appreciated under own roof. Up till 2345 hrs last night clearing up pattern cutting mess we made in dress making project and getting River Sprite child ready to pin pattern on to dress.

GOD how I long to do what Tony Armstrong Jones did to Princess Margaret at some point in the marriage and leave a spiteful note for him (Old Father Thames) within the pages of his bedside reading. He would open a page and a ‘post it’ sricker would tumble out….reading glasses on and…

“You are a supercillious, oleaginous twat”