Today I took my dd to the doctor as she has been complaining about "hurty wee wee pipes".
I get home to find four of five emails, each one more irate than the last, at my lack of response to an email he sent earlier.
So I answer that we have only just got in.
He replies...."I got that one".
I kind of thought that, as her father, he MIGHT just be a tad concerned about her health...but no, That's not about HIM is it.
TWAT.
AND she had a tantrum so bad I got badly kicked on the legs, and hit and bitten.
It's time for wine.