I had such a **** day at work.... really really crap
Got home and went running, half way through the old man came in the front room and wanted the tv turned over to watch the football. I was watching music TV. What a cheek. I went moaning to mum, and he came shouting up the stairs about me moaning - for gods sake, does he not understand what 'fair' is.
My brothers always had far far far more attention than me, and tends to be given what he wants without arguments - all I want is the front room and tv for 70 mins - is that too much to flipping ask for! Its no wonder people comfort eat in situations like these.