@AttilaTheMeerkat
Thank you!
It has all the makings of a nightmare.
But we will resist. As soon as Mr Monkey came home, the first thing out of his mouth was ‘this isn't going to change our plans for Xmas. The deal is what it is. We are not going to be blackmailed’.
Really proud of him. Hugely delighted.
MM didn't ask me to buy the towel bales, I did and I got the cheapest ones available. He’s going to her flat on Friday, taking the old ones and chucking them in our bin. She will have no choice. If she chooses to put them in her spare room, she can dry herself on her ripped carpet.
She wants her fucking face to get infected so as much as I can do - from a great distance and with no engagement - to keep her deliberate self-sabotage to a minimum I will. Basically, she wants to make it worse. She then tries to use a worsened health situation for maximum drama and to try and elicit a permanent residence at our house through it. She will never stay here even again.
I'm very clear with MM that I'm not doing any nursing, nor is he. If it is bad news, we can re-engage social services to pick up the joy of her. Macmillan etc.
We’re sticking to the plan. Lunch here and then we get to do the Xmas we want without her by leaving the city for a week. She tried every trick in the book with her ‘flu’ which wasn't even a bad cold last year. When I've had flu I've been bedridden for a week, there is no way that was flu.
We pushed back and didn't rush back to Manvhester to pick up her shopping because she was so 😷 or respond to the other bullshit like she hadn't eaten. She tried this a time before when there was a half eaten bacon sandwich on the arm of her filthy armchair! MM pointed this out. He's now open with me about her lying.
I'm briefing Mummy Monkey that we’re not changing the plans. Hag will milk it for all its worth, but she no longer has a credulous audience. That ship has sailed.
MM has briefed Slave Son.
We are resolute.
Off for wine!!!