My mother has just decided that it would be a great, fantastic and wonderful idea to empty the contents of her bedroom into the living room to reshuffle her furniture. I helped for a bit but she started bitching so I'm making tea and a slice of toast instead, and internally chuckling at her.

Foolish woman.

She's now moaning "it's not going to work", and I am simply sat here silently, thinking how little I actually care.