This is pretty much the most intense week of my life, and I’ve been through a whole lot in my 33 years...”D”P and I were just having smoko. I put a lighter in my lap and it fell to the ground. I made a joke about “thigh gaps”. “It’s actually called a box gap”, says he. Gross. I am currently doing an “end of lease” clean on what was until last week my first real home. I am in a flood effected area, so am having to tackle it all myself. I know tomorrow is goodbye for him (feel free to suggest choice “final farewells”)...til then, I’ll be scrubbing walls, missing my kids, seething at this moron and hoping to laugh at something you bloody brilliant lot say. Cheers to hopefully-blessed final straws. Thank you in advance, Vipers ♥️