Bloody hell sunshine! I thought the being-horrible-to-redheads thing was just in England. Gits. I'm sorry the job isn't starting out so great as well, that must make it even harder.
I am currently thinking that I might knock the craft club on the head and keep on with the counselling. It is only an hour a week and the creche there is lovely. If it doesn't get better in a month or so then I'll have to think again, but the counselling is useful so hopefully P will get with the plan.
Grr at your mum toby. Mine doesn't believe in rod-making, which means she believes in sacrificing absolutely everything to the whim of your baby, to the point of martyrdom. Apparently P isn't ready. I fear if I wait that long she'll be nearly 40 when she lets me wee on my own. Incidentally, my brother was nearly 40 when he left home, which is making me worry for my mother's toilet-going situation...