Dont you hate it when....

You think you have everything under control.
Things are not going brilliantly, but it is not flying about, or splattering...

Then someone turns your fan on! And of course the proverbial flies everywhere, & most of it lands on you!

We have had SG here for the morning/afternoon, & he has been full-steam energy, & just exhausted us! I feel as if I am a washed out limp piece of paper! Almost disintergrating.

Then the dunny decides it is not going to flush properly. And SG tells us 55 times that "We need a plumber!"

We have now dealt with a flood in the bathroom & unpleasant thoughts about what it might be that is flooding UP! Gurgling heralded the end of the blockage, but it has been an occasional thing for a while, so we DO need to get the plumber back. And chop every privet out of next-door's garden!

And dont you hate it when some FREAK says something like Cackulate, when he means calculate!! GRRRR. ON TV!!

I know my grammar has slipped a lot since the death of my mother, who was an aboslute stickler for correctness. But I hope I still pronounce words correctly.

And didnt you just hate that sodding little Goodie TwoShoes you had to share a class with. She never said a wrong thing, & you could tell by the look in her sly little eye, she lied, but she would say ANYTHING to get into the teacher's good graces. And the teacher never even realised! The whole class was aware of what a brown-nosing little swine she was, but noone bothered to speak up.

Over the years we had several, & I often wonder where they are today- probably the company manager!

I used to get regularly beaten & threatened by a girl called Julie. I have never forgotten what a nasty vicious girl she was, & I was terrified of her. She was older than me, & she used to lie in wait for me, if I was walking the long way home from school. Her father was a Bank Manager in the town, & supposedly they were a 'nice family'.

I recently got in touch with some girls I had gone to school with, at the same time, & learned they had been neighbours of Julie's. They were just as terrorised by her, & it turned out her brother -who I never knew thank goodness- was cut from the same mould. Sadistic & cruel. But the girls next door are convinced the father beat the mother, so perhaps that explained things?? These days I try to give the benefit of the doubt. But occasionally, I dont want to !

Consequently I never liked Julie as a name, & still dont like it.

And that is another thing... names. What is it with these clowns calling their kids things like TAYOALUH, & BRYNNDAWENDAH. Perhaps I exagerate a little, but I cant help but feel sorry for the children. It is not so much the names, but the sometimes ridiculous spelling that I object to.

What IS in a name, I guess?

I just seem to be all disgruntled, - is there such a word as gruntled??haha.

I seemed to get a glimmer of my old lust for creativity today, & of course felt frustrated at not being able to give it all my attention. I did attempt some sketches while SG was watching some cartoons, but I have got the scale wrong, so now I will have to try to reduce them on the photocopier.

If they turn out, I will keep you posted, as they say.

PS. **This is an edit to say I had another bloody balding yesterday, by a hairdresser, who obviously had a terrible Xmas & New Year, so she took it all out on my head! She had a face like thunder throughout the whole process, as much as to say "I DARE YOU TO SPEAK!"

Even the GOM was shocked & was moved to say, "She made a bloody mess of it didnt she?"
Of course that made me feel a LOT better! Here I was, in public, with hair clinging to every available surface, & every time I moved, I got showered with more!
Ye gods, now I will be cringing indoors until growth occurs!
This could, in some measure, explain why I am feeling so grumpy & & grouchy.