I just want you all to know…

I’m not passing judgment but papa Rua is reading the instruction manual for the fridge, I think a nervous breakdown is iminent.

nought to nut-job in 30 seconds

My parents were away for the weekend and a more peaceful weekend there has never been in the Rua gaffhold (crippling hangover aside). They got back this morning, the following happened within twenty minutes: papa Rua asks about the FA cup final has a stiff drink and goes straight to bed, momma Rua eats the head off me for not knowing what day of the week I’m going to America(in 3 weeks), she then eats the head off me for not buying any milk, she then eats the head off me for not having a job sorted for going away, she then eats the head off me because “we can’t just have a chat-you always have to start a row”-what the fuck? You’ve been home five minutes you bipolar nutjob

The woman can start an argument with anyone faster than you can slam the door shut. A thoroughbred balanced nordi-chip on each shoulder and battleaxe in tow. I’m hiding in my headphones for the rest of the day, she has a taste for blood.