Dad angry.

Having been told (by me) to leave me well alone for at least a week after the hoover incident, Dad comes round the next day.

I have just put the little one to bed for a daytime nap, J is occupied and I am imminently going to smoke in the garden. There is a knock at the front door.

I just know it is my dad. I hide my cigarettes.

He's looking through the front window. He also now has keys. There is no escape.

I expect he's being sociable but I had no warning that he was going to apparate here right now. I am actually very rude to him but I don't care as I am still angry about the hoover. He's angry that I am angry and tells me that he will lose interest in me.

I know it's unseemly but it kind of makes me want to laugh.