I have a work colleague who I have a giggle with and she’s terrible for saying “I hate this” and “I hate that” so it got me thinking about the things that genuinely wind me up.Since my writing has got a bit serious and grown up for the last few posts I’m going back to being silly!Here are the things that drive me round the bend!
You dirty,dirty,DIRTY disgusting human being.There’s never an excuse for this.Ever since I was a sweet kid out playing an innocent game of kerby and sat down on the wall,put my hand down and thought “oh what’s that” and it was someone elses spit.I won’t go into detail but it really wasn’t nice.I’m kecking my left lung out just thinking about it.So when you think “oh it’s outdoors it won’t hurt anyone”.It did.It scarred me for life.Bleurgh.
There are 2 people (namely the hubby and teen) in this house who have a shower jump out and leave that sodding button up so that when I merrily wander in to start the kids bath I get soaked.”It’s not a big deal” they say “bloody is to me” I screech whilst hitting them over the head with my virtual frying pan.Yes,I should check before I start running the water but should I have to?!I should be allowed to lob rubber ducks into the bubbles in peace.
I hate shopping at the best of times,like stomping around muttering under my breath hate it.So when people are congregated in the middle of aisles having a chat about Bob and Anne’s latest cruise it makes me madder than a rabid squirrel.How flaming hard is it to move to one side with your trolleys?I might still roll my eyes or tut but at least it wouldn’t make me want to bounce spuds off your forehead.Get out the frigging way!!
I’ve spoken before about the cat problem around here.Don’t get me wrong I do actually like cats and in the right place i.e where you have LOADS of outdoor space you can have as many as you blooming well like but there’s a lady that lives near me,who has bazillions and I’m literally not joking.I live in a built up council estate so there’s not much green space and where there is you’ll find mountains of cat poo.Nice.Anyway my moan today is not about the poo,it’s about said cats singing and hissing and doing that thing they do that makes you leap out of bed thinking “crap the baby’s crying” before realising you only have toddler aged children and older.I tell you what at 2am that’s some scary noises and it’s not like it’s just 2 cats.Oh no,the whole bloody gang has to join in.
Revving it up
Now everyone knows that revving your engine fixes ANY fault on a car.Flat tyre?Rev for 10 minutes,good as new.Car’s a write off?Give it half hour.Sorted.If it’s a particularly tricky problem leave it til it’s past 11 o’clock at night that’s when the really special revving magic occurs.What the hell is wrong with people?Now I’m the kind of person who closes the car doors quietly when it gets late at night but obviously not everyone is like me and don’t seem to give a stuff if they’re bothering people.Just got the kids back to sleep?Tough I’ll do it anyway.Knobs.
I’m such a moany old cow 😀 what drives you round the bend?