Annoyances - The grumblings of a miserable old bag, aged 48 and threequarters

Do you find that sometimes even the most insignificant things wind you up?  I'm usually quite a placid person but there are some things that do my fookin' head in!

F'rinstance!

People who say "I've had a bowl of cereals for breakfast".   No.   No you haven't.  Even if you've had the sum total of two Cheerios in the bottom of the bowl.  It's not 'cereals'.    Stop saying that.    You've had a "bowl of cereal " - unless of course you've had more than one cereal.  Like Weetabix and Cocopops.  In the same bowl.  And I don't care about what is grammatically correct or not  - I just don't like it.  So there.

People who say "can I just squeeze past?".   No.   No you can't 'just squeeze past'.  Just because you have said that actual thing, you have infuriated me beyond belief and I am going to inflate to three times my normal size so you can't get past.  You can, however, just say "excuse me".  No need for squeezing.  One is not a lemon and neither are you.  No-one has to suck anything in before passing another.  You could drive a bus through that gap.  Eejit.

People over the age of 12 who really (no really) don't get the chicken and egg thing.
"OOOO you keep chickens?"
"Yes".
 ....... * pause* .......
"So - you know when they lay eggs - are there chicks in them?
"No.  Because we don't have a cockerel".
"Oh"
..........*pause*........
"So if the hens sit on the eggs will they hatch?"
"No.  Because we don't have a cockerel".
"So do you have to have a cockerel for them to have chicks then?  Does he sit on the eggs to fertilise them?"
"No, actually.  You don't.  The chick fairy visits at night and waves a bundle of feathers over those eggs she feels are ready to have chicks and miraculously they hatch next morning".
"Oh".

Sigh.

Paying £8.40 for a prescription and then being told not to take the medication but not being able to get a refund!   I had a hospital visit on Sunday whereupon I was given a prescription for injections for a suspected blood clot.  I was told to go back next day and (thankfully) the injections will not be needed.  None used yet.  Nada. £8.40 down the drain.  A sharps box and a full box of medication to return to the pharmacy for disposal.  Pah.  And yeah - before the Bla bla Brigade start on me - I KNOW it's not like returning a pair of ill-fitting trousers to Primark but PAH!!

There's probably more, but I'm such a little ray of sunlight that I'll leave them for another time!


It's been one of those days already and it's only half past one. 


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