Sulk.

Following up on the 'face scrub in the loo' story, i now have it on good authority that this little incident was indeed a 'f*ck you, bitch' directed at me and is by no means the first time it's happened i believe. She also went through the fridge this morning, picked out a couple of my things and threw them away out of pure spite. Of course i only noticed once we got back from our weekly shopping trip to Sainsbury's and when i confronted her she blatantly lied to me. Like the ham grew a pair of f*cking wings and did an olympic somersault off the milk bottle and into the bin whilst my back was turned. For f*ck's sake, do i look like a f*cking imbecile? I'm grumpy and COMPLETELY humourless this afternoon.