I dropped DDs 1 and 2 off at their panto dress rehearsal earlier. As DH is at work with the car, we had to go by foot. Normally, ex-h would go out of his way to make things as difficult as possible, but as panto didn't finish until 8.15pm, he agreed to pick DDs (his children) up and drop them home. Otherwise it would mean that they would have a fairly long walk home with me, and they're back at school tomorrow, and need to be in bed reasonably early.
After coming out of the theatre at 6.30, I saw ex-h driving past me. Fair enough, he'd decided to watch the rehearsal. When DDs got home, the first thing they said to me was that ex-h told them that he'd seen me, and tried to run me over. Now I fully expect him to make twattish jokes like this to his few and far between mates, but DDs are only 11 and 9, and both quite sensitive.
Not only that, but the knobhead picked them up from school when the broke up, and I've only just had their school bags back. Complete with lunchboxes containing half-eaten mouldy food. Nice.