I would like to think so but somehow it just doesn't work that way.
This morning the THW pushed past me in the kitchen, dealing me a hefty whack on the side with her bag, slung over one shoulder and full of books, to get to the sink. She dabbled two fingers in the water from a running tap, dried them and clumped me again on her way out. At no time did she say good morning, hello, kiss my arse or excuse me. She then slammed out of the front door to catch her bus. I have no idea if my bulk has been rendered invisible overnight or if I am being deliberately ignored for some twisted reasoning of her own that imagines I have committed some parental offence.
This evening she will be wanting money and transportation, her mother, though the THW does not yet know it, will not be here and the answer she gets from me will be " ................................

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