I've just found out that my daughter is unhappy about me going on to working nights - because that means that I'll be in the house at the same time as her much more than at present. They want me to change the car insurance to cover her using it to learn to drive; way to inspire me with enthusiasm for that, not. I feel much more like demanding that she returns the birthday present I gave her. What was it King Lear said about daughters and a serpent's tooth? Perhaps I should have had her christened Goneril Regan instead of Katherine.
And four days before I go onto nights, weeks after I signed the new contract, is a little late to bring up objections.