About bloody time!!!

Mrs R blew up. She had lost two of the Eldest sons hats, refused to acknowledge she had even worn them, and kicked off.
I locked her out, packed her a bag, gave her the only thing she gives a shit about (youngest son), and sent her off.
If she'd waited 60 more seconds, I'd have given her her handbag so she could put the desiel in the car she was supposed to do Xmas eve, but as usual couldnt be bothered. So the car has a 5 mile range a the moment...Serves her right.
So, here I am, peaceful house, can of lager and no one being a right cow.

Bliss.