OFT (who he?) Returns last night from a very extended business trip across the seven seas. Such a huge chunk of the summer holidays he elected to be absent for. Not to mention our sons 16th birthday. The man’s disinterest beggars belief. I am inwardly fuming and only just inwardly. To cap it all he has Delhi Belly and is whingeing on relentlessly.
Straight away he annoys by as ever throwing his clothes from the trip onto the laundry basket and not INTO the said receptacle so they go higgeldy pigeldy all over floor. Why cant he stoop, open and throw them in? The man drives me absolutely crazy
His clothes, strewn about laundry basket, stink too. That airport sweaty and faintly curry smell. Revolting. The children meanwhile not that interested in him. Asked to design a welcome home card River Maid thought and said, said “No. He shouldn’t have gone away for that long”
Out of the mouths of babes indeed.
The River Files 