In other news...
My job is going nicely, but the same cannot be said for my relationship with Mum, who today deigned to make 'an executive decision' to buy two shirts, one of which was identical to one my brother purchased last week. Last week she paid for precisely one of the shirts that my brother chose to buy. She's doing the same here (well, paying for 50% of the cost of the two differently-priced shirts), but I didn't choose to buy these. She bought them because she said I needed them. I don't, and if I did I'd buy them from charity shops.
This hurt, not least because it coincided with the first anniversary of Moretongate (new readers; click the link and all will be revealed).
Also, two days ago - immediately after I'd watched one of the greatest moments in UK game show history (and she knew it... she saw it too) - she came upstairs, all cheerful, to show me information she'd got about distance learning, which she's probably desperate for me to do because it's cheaper and allows her to keep control of me (she implied there was no benefit of me living away from home and that 'you're not really interested in the whole uni experience'). Way to bump me down to earth after such an amazing moment, Mum.
This hurt, not least because it coincided with the first anniversary of Moretongate (new readers; click the link and all will be revealed).
Also, two days ago - immediately after I'd watched one of the greatest moments in UK game show history (and she knew it... she saw it too) - she came upstairs, all cheerful, to show me information she'd got about distance learning, which she's probably desperate for me to do because it's cheaper and allows her to keep control of me (she implied there was no benefit of me living away from home and that 'you're not really interested in the whole uni experience'). Way to bump me down to earth after such an amazing moment, Mum.