What can I say when words are not enough?

As well as the upset over the new employers last month, I have to report that Middle Daughter has broken up with her boyfriend and has, temporarily, moved back in here with us. Complete with dog.

Which has greatly upset the family cat, who moved out for a few days, finding refuge at a neighbour's up the road. I think we went through a week or so when we didn't see her, but she's started to move back in now as the House Manager now leaves a bedroom window open for her, with the bedroom door kept firmly shut, keeping the dog out. Gradually, the cat is spending more time in her sanctuary again, but it does come with a bit of a downside.

She doesn't come home most nights until midnight-ish. As she climbs in through the window, she walks onto the windowsill, making her way around the bedroom over various dressers and tables and stuff; quickly darting across the bed when the tables run out.

So occasionally, we are woken by the sound of a poltergeist; with various bottles, combs, brushes and ornaments being knocked off the tables, waking us up with a start. Then, with a minimum delay of just seconds, she darts across the bed as we're just starting to make sense of all the noise.

And this is often repeated at 3 or 4am when she decides she wants to go out again!

And we've discovered the dog has a bit of a door fetish; she barks like crazy when someone shuts a door somewhere, every time the doors shut. Especially at night.

So now, the Household is taking on it's own sense of madness.

And, on the normal side of things, I've paid the mortgage last month, including the additional payment, so I've kept the house another month. Throughout last month, I've been looking for part time work; and have, literally, emailed every single agency in and around Kings Lynn. And you know, I've only had one reply, and that didn't amount to anything either. See? Because of my shift pattern, I can't even work for an agency who, by default, are always short of staff.

So, it's got to be the car boots and markets, hasn't it? This is the only way I can get extra money and being able to drop it if overtime comes up at work. From my point of view, there's just no other way. And has the News Of The World have said today, the "normal" family household budget's going up by £3,000 a year because of the extra costs of food, heat, light and petrol. So the situation's rapidly getting worse.

And I'm the only one who can, and must, stop this from getting even worse.

What can I Say Now Words Are Not Enough?

I find this blog really hard to write. Perhaps this is the beginning of the end?

I think the wife has fallen out with me, gradually, over time perhaps, but it's definitely happened. There's an hell of an attitude here now, I am sometimes ignored, sometimes too much of a effort to listen to, am now NEVER told anything about my family (not even that Middle Daughter was moving back in with us), and I think, becoming just a liability, an irritation, a thorn in every one's side around here.

It's not my imagination - it's really happening. I've noticed things "not quite right" on and off for, well, for ages really, certainly since before last Christmas. I can't put it into a single word what's going on, but how long can I pretend everything's OK when the wife, laughing, joking and being brilliant with the neighbours, is exactly, 100% the opposite, with me, often within seconds as the front door closes? I told Middle daughter, months ago, not knowing she was having problems as well, that I can't make her mum laugh any more. And it's true.

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