Recall that ex-husband had returned my Season’s Greeting present of a case of wine, with chocolate, by trying to hand me bills for our daughter’s education that need to be paid by next week. (This just as I was picking up the girls to head off to a family pre-Christmas celebration, for which we were already late, given that Eldest Daughter and myself had pretty much worked up to the last minute. Suffice to say, I resented his timing.)
When I drove the girls back to his house that night, he was still awake and immediately came out onto the verandah, waving sheaves of documents at me; again. I was outraged and practically peeled rubber off my tires by reversing out of there, giving him the finger several times, as I did so. The word ‘asshole’ may have also made an appearance.
Turns out that he just wanted to give me some mail that turned up on his doorstep. Whoops!