Handing me the phone when I am mixing the cake to speak to some poor bloke in Wales about changing my address on a savings account I had forgotten I had is not helpful. PIN number on your account madam? What ???!!
Meanwhile DS is screaming because DH supposed to be looking after him instead of ignoring him and doing his paperwork.
Now apparently I've ruined the cake because I slammed the oven door. Funny that!
Rant over. I know I woke up grumpy