I've recently (i.e. last week) started a group therapy session for women with Post Natal Depression, while the group itself is 'confidential', and I certainly wouldn't discuss anyone else's problems on t'internet, there is one woman who is driving me nuts.
Last week, the first week, she told us about twenty times that they have a 'Disco' (Land Rover Discovery) and a Peugeot, and that her husband has been driving the Disco so that she can have the Peugeot - I thought she was boasting but put it down to nerves.
Today! Today, the first thing she says as she walks in is 'The bloody Sat-Nav sent me a different route to last time, I told Michael that we needed to update it'.
Then she tells us how they've been so busy, redecorating their house, which is 'only three years old, and built to our specifications'.
Ooh, and she's going out Friday night, she's got to go and get something to wear, she knows she's got 'thousands upon thousands of pounds worth of clothes' in her wardrobe, but she MUST have something new.
Then she expected us all to comiserate with her because her mother is visiting tomorrow:- 'I mean, I don't MIND her visiting but I have to TELL her to do everything! She won't see a pile of laundry and put it in the machine, I have to ASK her to do it. And she never washes the dishes unless I ask her to, and then she never does it the way I like....'
It took all my powers today not to shout at her.
Grrr. OK - thank you, I just needed to get that off my chest.