Not a thing is worth reporting, it is a rainy day, and a holiday too. All the shops are closed and tomorrow is Sunday and there is only one egg in the fridge. That is tomorrows breakfast dealt with, there will be no eggs tomorrow.
There was a bag of mouldy beetroots on the space beside the sink today, they just lay there. Ask the wife why, she says it is because she can. There is no knowing what is so great about leaving decaying food on kitchen worktops, it is a subject that may require some explanation. Emptiyng the refrigerator and cleaning things out is not really an explanation. It really is not.
The argument escalates. They always do, they are always stupid.
The town is deserted, cold and wet.
There will be an a visit to the pub this evening, for home is now a misery. The son is distraught, for the situation is so unstable, and he needs stability.
It is a disastrous Epiphany today.
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