The girl of the house is seriously upset tonight. No obvious reason. She wont talk, won't tell. Yeah... I didn't get the washing in when she asked, but you'd not think that's a hanging offense. It's probably everything that I've ever done wrong, all rolled together.
I'm walking on eggshells.
There's nothing that can be done I fear. I'm doomed. There's a cloud above my head. Or maybe not, maybe it'll just vanish like a puff of smoke.
Wish me luck.....
(Nimetic is typing very quietly). Why why why why why.
