To my mum,
I'm not 12 years old.
Please stop passing any comment on my new house.
Please stop telling me that my kitchen can't come straight off my dining room. It does, I live here. It might not make sense to you and you might not be able to picture it but I promise it does. Stop being
and
about this.
Please also stop assuming I'm being fleeced by various tradespeople. I'll be the judge of whether a quote is too high or whether a builder is taking liberties and I'll deal with it accordingly. You've never even seen my house and you have no idea what I want doing so scoffing every time I tell you what a tradesman has said is completely irrelevant, unfounded and fucking annoying.
Please also stop putting on your fucking serious, panicky voice whenever I tell you that I've spent anything over £200 on anything for my house and saying 'Oh God, can you afford it?'. I'm not secretive with you about money and you know how much I earn, how much I save and how much I have spare each month. You know I only buy what I can afford and never have anything on tick. So, why the fuck do you always ask?
Since I'm your only child I don't tell you to fuck off and, to be honest, I don't think it'd make much difference anyway.
Just please shut the fuck up about my new house and let me enjoy it before you start passing comments and giving me your opinions.
Thanks,
Day x