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[phantym_56]

I was in a good mood until I came home this evening. We had new doors put on about eighteen months ago, with Yale locks rather than the old-fashioned big long key locks. My mother locks them every night (fair enough) and then leaves the keys in them. And the keys remain in there the next day if we all go out of the same door, so if you happen to be first home in the evening and furthest down the drive and decide to walk the three steps to the back door, YOU CAN'T FUCKING UNLOCK IT!! This angers me immensely because what the hell is the point of a door if you can't fucking open it?! And then I needed to put my car in the garage - no garage keys. We have two sets. Mum had taken one to work and I have no idea where the other is. I come and put my laptop on - two minutes later Mum's home and ordering me to put the car away. I do so. I come upstairs. Thirty seconds later, I'm summoned again. And again. I get this all day at work, every five minutes someone else has something they need me to do now. For the love of all that's holy, please leave me alone for an hour or two. I crave some peace and solitude and to just stop being ordered about. And if I don't get it, I'm liable to start snapping and then I'll get accused of being "the most bad-tempered person I know!" again. (For the record, in real life, I'm not especially bad-tempered. But I do get irritated with the constant round of "tidy, clean, tidy, clean" that is every waking hour. I read a thing in the paper a while back about this incessant need to Do Stuff being a disorder. I don't want to be involved in my mother's disorder. I don't involve her in mine.

Anyway, steam fired off. Provided I'm left alone, I shall revert to my good mood and spend the evening writing bits and pieces and researching Vilnius. I sent Alex there in my Big Book Project and I've decided it's as good a place as any to run off to for a few days in March. The reality probably doesn't include a crossbow attack, a mercenary or a stolen Lamborghini...