Grr. So this evening we’re having a nice evening, dinner, watching a miniseries, and herself has to deal with an exchequer thing. She gets up to deal with it 10 minutes before the episode is over, and never comes back. She came downstairs and did some stuff and then sat their on her phone checking Pintrest or something. I am getting to HATE this. Luckily it’s over in a bit over a week, or I’d shoot myself. We haven’t had a normal life for 2 and a half years. I’m sick of it. Done whining … sigh.