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She left the house at 10.00 this morning.
She's not back yet. Meaning she's missed lunch and dinner and that's pretty important in this house.
Grandad called and asked for her. Dad said he thought she was with Maureen.
She called Dad back - FURIOUS - to say she wasn't, and that Dad would have to "deal with him" (leak under his sink apparently).
Poor old Dad. He loves her.
Me? I'm glad she's out of the way if she's still in such a pissy mood.
Maybe she'll be hit by a car and I'll have the nice-or-nasty eulogy situation for real.
Old witch.
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