A grouchy moment

Do you know what I hate? Do you know what touches that irrational, raw and sensitive nerve that drives me to distraction? You know the one, you have it as well. It might seem minor but someone out there will be unable to bear the sound of an ice cream van or the short one out of Ant and Dec. We all have it, that minor irritation which for you personally may well drive you over the edge into an axe wielding frenzy one day.

Well for me its those fucking Sensodyne Pronamel adverts with that patronising bitch talking to someone away from the camera as if it's not really an advert to shift some more of their snake oil shite but some proper scientific discussion. I can't bare them, I want to throw things at the telly every time I see one. I want to strangle that bloody woman on them with my bare hands every time I see her lips move.

Just wanted you all to know.

That will be all.

Same shit different day

Everytime the girl I sit next to at work goes on leave (which seems to be all the fucking time, does she ever actually do any work?), I get a note scrawlled on a post it note and slapped on my screen. It says,

"Can you water my plants?"

She means the small fucking rain forrest that adorns her desk and regularly encraches on mine. One day I am going to get the balls up to slap a note back on her screen saying

"Water your own fucking plants".

And then wait for her to come back to her dead rain forrest. Until that day comes I'm just going to smile meakley and water them.