I went to a Lidl once. I bought a smoked sausage and was ill for a week after eating it.
I've never been entirely sure whether to pity or despise the people who go there regularly. To be honest I prefer not to think of them at all, as I prefer not to think of the guests on the Jeremy Kyle show, which I saw once, or the customers at Wetherspoon's, where I went once in desperation to drown a filthy hangover, and quickly realised I preferred the hangover to the company.
She's rented the house out, **** knows what work I'd find given I won't be able to go back to what I was doing before, and more importantly she's proved she can't be trusted to let me speak to the kids unless I'm physically in the way.
Am I the only one that thinks "no email/skype/whatever because I spend all day in front of a computer and I don't want to do it at home" is a ******* toss excuse"?
Oh yeah, I can "book a skype time", assuming she read the ******* emails I send - and I know for a fact she didn't read the ******* things from stuff that didn't happen or she knew nothing about.