a photo by bensonkua on Flickr.
I had a lovely day planned today – an idyllic bank holiday picnic, all serene and beautiful. I should have known that my dreams would be shattered by the bastard that is reality…
The first thing to piss on my mood was such a tiny and incidental thing, but believe me it wound me up bog time. Bloody cling film. Making the sandwiches took double the time, if not treble, because the shitty stuff got tangled up in itself, refused to yield its end and then finally snapped off. Cling film is the bastard of all kitchen utensils. A useless, annoying bastard. A bit like my ex…
The second thing to piss me off was at our chosen picnic spot, we were guided into an allotted space by kindly “national trust” guide (who if I’m honest, didn’t look as though he could see all that well – so perhaps not the best person to be responsible for hundreds of cars). This man guided us over a tree stump hidden in the long grass; therefore my husband drove it and lost part of his wheel arch. A lot of swearing was the result, which darkened the mood somewhat.
The third thing to piss me off was at the picnic itself. The view was delightful, the weather was divine – but all my daughter could moan about was the fact that the sun was “too shiny” and she wanted to go home.
Once home, we thought it might be nice to sit out in our own back garden.
Don’t be silly!
So the final thing to piss was off were the neighbours yet again blasting out their crappy music. I can’t even name the artist but I know that it has a heavy bass and lots of rapping, mixed in with their own screeching. Lovely sounds to relax to.
Bank holidays, don’t you just love them!
