Panicky

It's stupid, I get wound up by the smallest practical thing, I've got to go out and try and pump up the tyres of the car - I've indicated to mum that it's only one but all look like they've had air taken out of them - it's like the egg throwing, low level intimidation and bullying. I just want to move away. But without mum's agreement to move too, not a chance. And practical skills have never been my forte.

I remembered something my wife said to me on the phone. Most advice was that she had nothing to do with me, but she wanted to - that was when I was inside. Now I'm out, it looks like she's following that advice. The pain.