I want to go and live by myself on an island. I always did. I have no idea how I ended up in a house with four people who don't pick things up off the fucking floor (and leave the bloody electric fan running in the kitchen and radio 4 on when they turn out to have gone shopping).

You could have had Daughter willingly yesterday when she was screaming that she couldn't get dressed because she only had odd socks and couldn't look for any more because she had nothing on and socks have to go on first, obviously, otherwise the world will end, but this has resulted in an agremeent that she will do all her own washing so her socks are never mixed up with anyone else's and I have decided that there are benefits to being a useless housewife and a domestic failure.