Back like a Bad Smell

After a rather unsavoury incident involving an overly amorous pensioner my daughter has stopped cleaning windows in her swimwear. Thank god! To tide her over she has taken part time work at a cafe in town. By some strange twist of fate who should stop by for malted coffee? It was She of the Acid Tongue aka my Ex or the woman my daughter calls 'mum'. You may think it is nothing out of the ordinary but let me tell you that woman only calls on my lovely girl if there is money to be requested or an insult to be slung in my direction. And today was no exception. After teary plea for money she then went onto verbally assassinate me stopping only to knock back the sugary dregs of her coffee cup. How do I know that finer detail? Because my daughter used the gap in her mother's terrible tirade to escape to the kitchen. I fear this may not be the last we hear from that awful woman.