The school holidays cannot come soon enough. If I have to look at your self-righteous, smarmy face one more time, I think I might have to grab that pole that lives up your backside and beat you with it.
Jealousy oozes from your every pore.
You small-minded pathetic, misguided woman.
You bore me.
However, as I am sure you are now aware, I don't suffer fools gladly. Cross me again at your peril. I may be a fraction of your size but I will wipe the freakin' floor with you.
Phew, that's better!