Linda was shattered, in fact all she wanted to do was rest but she couldn't even close her eyes without being disturbed by her mother who was constantly fussing around her, hovering, dusting, cleaning, just pointless tasks that she was doing out of pure boredom. Margaret had relentlessly nagged Zoe for hours and eventually she had given up and gone home so poor Linda was left on her own, with the exception of her mother who didn't offer the slightest bit of emotional support throughout the whole day. Her Father had arrived about an hour ago, but he was outside smoking, as he had been for a considerable amount of time.

After what seemed like hours (it was probably no more than 15 minutes, but Linda was tired and upset, therefore time seemed to travel slowly) Linda lost her patience and told her mother to stop fussing and sit down.

"I have just cleaned your whole house. How dare you take that tone with me!?

"Mum im not a child anymore. I didn't ask you to clean my house, it didn't even need doing!" Linda replied sharply.

"Well.. It did need doing, it was a complete mess!"

Linda was furious with her mother as she had tried her best to make her house look as perfect as possible (she hated the idea of anyone thinking she was untidy or unclean.) To think that somebody else was disorganising her living space was infuriating enough, never mind the nasty comments, telling her that she had failed and her house was a mess.