Selfie

I feel how this looks.

I have bent over backwards to help certain people and all I get in return is grief.

No more Mrs nice guy. I never learn...

If Pete sees this before I get home he will probably have the whiskey bottle on standby.

I am calmer than I was earlier. The steam has stopped coming out of my ears and I am no longer seeing a red mist before my eyes.

Day at home tomorrow :-)