Return of the Crumpy Gunt

Oh my God! He was having a proper public pity party this evening!

He's finally been and done some food shopping for the first time since before Christmas!

When we got home after he bought it he announced that it is for him and Gemima - because - get this - Aaron doesn't want a relationship with him so why should he share with Aaron!! The man continually surpasses himself with his level of ignorance!

Amazing!

So anyway - I moved his stuff about in the fridge so I could fit my stuff in.

Oh dear god! You would have thought I was conspiring to steal his food! I feel like I am living in a student house now.

I moved his stuff to the salad trays at the bottom - because it is salad and veg! Duh!

The conversation that ensued went something like this (SH = shithead for those that haven't figured it out). If you read his lines in the voice of Neil the sad hippy from the Young Ones, it is actually quite amusing!:

SH: What are you doing? That's my food! I had it organised. I won't be able to find anything now!

Me: Of course you will. It's all in the salad trays. Everything that's in there is yours except one small bag of salad. Don't worry, I'm not going to steal your food!

SH: But it was organised and now I won't be able to find stuff!

Me: Tut! Well use your fucking eyes then! You can see everything that's there!

SH: But you know the MS has affected my memory! You should be grateful you won't have to put up with my bad memory for much longer.

Me: (vague attempt to suppress cheer) Oh for fuck's sake!

SH: Well it's not you who is suffering is it!

Me: (unable to suppress snigger) Wanna bet!

Exit Stage left!

Nick continued to fart about in the kitchen after that, washing up his stuff very loudly so that we would all know exactly what he was doing. Poor MS-ridden man having to clean up after himself because his bitch of a soon-to-be-ex-wife won't run around after him and wipe his arse for him!

Boo fucking hoo!

At what point will it dawn on him (if ever) that I have grown up with a brother who really is disabled - far more disabled than SH is, and that I have a mother who really is terminally ill and really will not be with us for much longer.

Honestly. I don't want to sound harsh but he really can keep his pity-parties to himself - I don't want an invite!