I am new to this, so bear with me, ie. have patience. Does anyone read this stuff anyway?

Last night I seriously blasted 23 year old son who lives here with his pregnant girlfriend - lovely girl, not a penny to her name, but plenty of debt, neither working consistently, but managing to feed themselves - mostly, anyway. Came home from an exhausting day at uni then fitball to no dinner even started, 7.30 last night, get the drift, bin not put out, washing I left strategically by back door to hopefully find its way to the line, still there in its basket. Am I not obliged to go off my face? And then whose fault is it that I wake at 4am with a savage migraine requiring major medication? I know, mine.

Came home from work today to find male lodger in house has put frozen leg of lamb in oven instead of leg of lamb desperately needing cooking which is still in fridge, in plain view. Too late, and we're still waiting for dinner at 8.50! Hark, I hear it's done.