Jane is arguing with her husband, Michael, about the difference in
Do you really only see me as some stupid cow who goes out to work, dresses smart and has to make sure she meets deadlines, isn’t late and has to obey the latest...bloody rules sent down by some medical board management tosspot?
[MICHAEL yawns noisily].
Boring isn’t it? All the time I have to smile and nod and agree and sympathise and listen to their never ending problems and meanwhile my husband is doing God knows what all day, watching Loose Women or Jeremy Kyle [...] Or Crap in the Attic and playing your precious bloody Nintendo like a bed-ridden teenager. Do you remember when I came in after I had a terrible day with that eighteen-year-old girl who had cut herself again and taken fifty paracetamol and had to have her stomach pumped and all you said was ‘I made it to Level 9 on Super Mario today’. Mr Artist, yeah like Pick Arshole...or Vincent van Cock!.
Chapman, Edward. Facing Up.
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