My sister is giving me the cold shoulder.

I turned around and saw her holding my diary. I enquired as to whether she had been reading it.

She threw it at me and told me to fuck off. She stormed out of the room.

Yes, she is on the blob ((Yes, it’s not the most politically correct term ever. Stop disturbing me mid-rant with your sensitivities.)). How did you guess?

I’m really looking forward to spending this evening in the pub with her. Much as I look forward to incontinence in my twilight years.

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