Sunday morning, 7:35.... ring, ring....
ZZZZZZ, Grunt, Hello?
Michael? (Oooeeer Sunday name..Not good then...)
Yes?
Got a problem
What's that?
Puncture

The significance is that she is supposed to collect the Sunday chambermaid on her way in from her rented house, 8 miles from our hotel, for her breakfast shift - Full house, 22 for breakfast. My morning off.

The impact is that I have to leap out of bed, run around like a headless chicken to get the chambermaid in, get the breakfast ready etc before 8am. Grrrrrr!
She arranges to get herself in by taxi.

Dilemma. What to do about puncture. I ask her

Today is our 29th anniversary.  The week leading up today has not been good to say the least.  My wife who is intent on leaving me, wants to stay 'friends'.  I'm having difficulty trying to stay within this boundary.  We are still living under the same roof, but separate...house mates at least until we have some other issues taken care of...

This summer, she had an accident in which she broke her nose and requires surgery now.  This can't happen until some healing occurs, and she gets a referral to a plastic surgeon.  So, she knows that I'll take care of her, and wants to remain close by.  (I

Scumbag arrived at 10.30-after emailing that he would come at 11.00. He said he was just going to take some things out of the shed. I said I would prefer him to start with the things from the house. He then informed me that he didn't have anything in the house, so I reminded him of all the stuff he had been storing in the loft etc.He told me I could dispose of all that, to which I said I wanted him to do the hard work of moving it, as it was his property.

He then informed me that he wouldn't be taking the shed etc as he hadn't got a van. I told him that I was expecting him to take everything,