I’m watching her go from fridge to cooker to cup and back again (her daily exercise).

‘Cream!’ She muffles under her breath.

She forgot the cream for her extra-large stuffed with marshmallows hot chocolate, so she slops back again………….

Jesus how fat and sloppy and lazy she has become.

‘Why is he looking at me that way…. filthy loser’

I know that look-nothing is said but I know what she’s thinking-she doesn’t even have to move her lips-her eyes say it all.

And so, the day has begun-I sleep in the spare room-she and her fat arse have the double room with the double bed.

She usually gets up around eight.

I put the pillow over my head as I can’t stand listening to her rustling and squelching in the bathroom then groaning, hawking and spitting into the sink.

How did it ever come to this he thought?

Here’s her mother Christ what now?

She walks in without knocking-like she lives here.‘

Ah hello Eileen’ I say with my best sarcastic smile-of course she wouldn’t know sarcasm in fact she couldn’t spell it.

‘What brings you around this fine day?’I imagine what it would be like killing her.

She brushes past-totally ignoring me.Collusion, Isolation, Alienation aka CIA women with a plan.

We’re on a collision course.

I could ask her to come woodcutting with me-winter is on the way.

Stand there now Eileen stand by the trunk of that tree great-I’d start up the chainsaw-and before she knew it her head would be rolling along the ground- her bulging eyes staring at me.

‘Any news baldy’ she laughs

Don’t call me that! Bitch! I think not answering.

I start cutting off her arms then her legs-it’s the silence and the peace, never having to listen to her again.

A human splayed jigsaw.

I amble off to my bedroom to get dressed while Bitch and ol bag talk shite in the kitchen.

Phone rings it’s-The Johnny said my laptops ready- thank Christ-the only thing worth looking at in this place.

Now that’s a grand life Johnny has-your own life.

No woman.

No complications.

‘We’re going to Neds.’ she shouts from the hallway.

‘What? Hold on

I have to collect my laptop from Johnny’s.

’Now I’m imagining taking both of them for a spin over a cliff, jumping out at the last minute-waving-I’d hear the screams and the roaring-and I’d laugh as they flew-then nosed it into the open-mouthed sea below.

‘I’m sure the world of porn can wait for you.’ she calls out herself and her mother roaring with laughter.

They’re gone.

In my car!!

That’s it.

They’ll pay.

As my palm cupped her chin

‘shut up’ a squeal comes through the trellis of fissure skinned fingers squashing her face.

Come on he thought he pushed harder he couldn’t get in fuck it.

He feels tension, he’s coming she keeps squealing and crying ‘shuuut up’!!! he presses her mouth’.

Jesus he’s all over her-stop fucking crying he squeezes each word on her throat. Then out of nowhere