The children and I booked a few days away in Cornwall. Toad asked if he could tag along and he has paid for most of it. He promised to behave, he was desperate for contact with the children, he is lonely, my car is a wreck so we thought we would give him a chance. He has his own room and the children and I share a room.
Of course after a few days of good behaviour, Toad could not help himself and went back to his old ways, bossed us about, was sarcastic, ridiculed me and all his good intentions were forgotten. Last night I had enough of it and we took all our stuff out of his car and told him to get lost.
Now of course I am sitting in a hotel room full of tennis rackets, suitcases, fishing nets etc and I have no transport. I hope I can organise a hire car this morning.
Just getting it all off my chest. I was getting increasingly frazzled and shaky and have accidentally poured hot water from the kettle over my hand.
God how I hate this bastard with his expensive car and designer outfits playing the generous dad while we are on benefits.