She gets worse you know:
Her: Wil u be ok getting on the train u'reself Kel?
Me: not sure
Her: U wull be fine I shud think!
Her: I mean will
Her: Kel don't be like that
Me: we'll see
Her: we'll see what?
Her: I dunno what to say to u cos I ain't done out wrong and I feel like u're in a mood wid es
(translation - i am lost for words, for i feel i have done you no wrong, yet i am sensing hostility from you)
Me: sorry i'm just kinda busy here
Her: well don't take it out on me, I feel like I'm been given the cold shoulder and I ain't done nothing
Me: i'm just trying to figure out what to do is all
Her: what do u mean what to do? U'll be fine on the train if there's someone to meet u at the other end
Me: but i have to get to the station, not to mention wait there for a train late at night in the heart of glasgow
Her: u'll be ok in the train station!
On the other side of news my mother has made it quite clear that if I have to take the train alone, there isn't a snowball's chance in Hell she'll let me go. And that was mild compared to what bardiphouka had to say about the whole matter:
bardiphouka: why is she still going on when she knows the answer is going to be the same
bardiphouka: she is trying to asexually f*ck you
bardiphouka: and she expects you to bend over without benefit of lubricant