Things that are fecking you off today. Feel free to share.

Went into town today and there is graffiti everywhere. Who leaves their house with spray paint and thinks it's a good idea to scrawl rubbish on public property? Bring back the birch!

Trying to speak to a gp to ask one simple question about an error I think he’s made with my medication.

Omg I could just cry. Rang first thing but told I can’t call, I have to fill out a form on the website. Okaaay.

The form says don’t expect a reply for days even though I need a quick answer today. 😕

And it asks what your query is about and lists hundreds of health conditions (presumably you diagnose them yourself) but no box that just says ‘speak to a gp’ or ‘ask a question’. Ughhh. 😩

So I tick admin even though I suspect that it will go to the bottom of the pile because none of the other options are remotely suitable - no I’m not having a stroke - but now we wait… 😢

Today's irritation is the cunt who spat out chewed gum and my twat of a dog stepping into it.
He's a Bedlington and has curly feet. FML

My body and MH, coming together- forcing myself to work because it is really mainly tiredness due to MH and the other stuff. Felt pretty good this morning until I got off the train and exhaustion kicked in. Could barely walk up to work.
Can’t face arranging a dr appointment I’ll need.
Love football and would normally watch at least some of the World Cup even at the strange times and would have watched England at least first half but not today
😡☹️😔

Bastard!

My DH. He has to interview tomorrow for his own job. I get that’s shit. But I’m bored of it now, I have stuff going on too but he is too stressed to discuss or even be a little bit kind 🤨

People who FaceTime the family from high end restaurants without using headphones. FFS no one needs to hear you and your rellies at dinner.

You don’t have to have an induction. I went to 42 + 2. It’s just become a default now. Regular checks should spot any issues. Mine was 9 lbs but labour was fine.

AirBnB search filters.

I want to be able to filter by "has a bathtub yes/no"

I have to scroll though every picture of every listing to work it out from the photos.

Also ditto for "enclosed garden or yard yes/no"

Pain in the arse.

Ive had a mild reaction to the hair removal cream I used

DH just called from Aldi. They have no squash.

okay, I’ll go get some from the corner shop.

he says well they do have apple and pear or summer fruit?

so they do have squash?

he says yes but no orange.

okay, get apple and pear. I dgaf

no, they do have orange at the bottom. I’ll get two orange. Bye!

am ded

Another one bitching about having a cold here.

I’m recovering from surgery (hysterectomy thanks to endometrial cancer) and I’ve only been out the house to meet friends on one single day since then but everyone wanted to hug me and someone seems to have shared their germs with me while doing so. 🤬

I am so tired

My PMT
My very irritating DH who has woken on the wrong side of the bed today and has been an arse. He was off. Wish I went into work on Wednesdays. Waste of my day.

This was me 2 years ago.
I went to the hairdresser and she put a light brown colour on it ( not able to put blonde on chemo hair) and conditioned it thoroughly.
It was still curly but looked more presentable!

Husbands' running commentaries in general can get in the bin. Mine gives me commentaries on every car within a 10 mile radius whenever we are going anywhere, every shit the dog has when we go on a dog walk and every other dog we pass, every set of temporary traffic lights between here and 20 miles away, and the location of various glasses and plates around the house (ie kids bedrooms).

My husband keeps staying up to watch the football, often actually falling asleep before the match is finished. Then coming to bed at god knows what hour.

This morning? 5 fucking 30 am. And he DECIDED TO HUG ME. That was me awake pointlessly for 90m before we even needed to get up (in fact, I didn't even need to be up until 8).

Bastard.

Pushy sports parents living vicariously through their kids.

Parents boasting about how many clubs their little darlings do and just how busy they are.

benchmarking all the time.

Psa. People of certain (older) ages must not go on a trampoline without having been to the loo previously.

Today it's the turn of the admittedly gorgeous vet.
I have been in Spain for 10 weeks and am due to leave a week on Saturday.
I had made an appointment to get my dog rabies vaccination done.
Last week I took his uk certificate in and showed it to him to make sure there's no concerns.
This morning it transpires I must take him next Wednesday. Unfortunately I will be in Portugal so that needs untangling .
Cheers lbrexit

Today it's the turn of the admittedly gorgeous vet.
I have been in Spain for 10 weeks and am due to leave a week on Saturday.
I had made an appointment to get my dog rabies vaccination done.
Last week I took his uk certificate in and showed it to him to make sure there's no concerns.
This morning it transpires I must take him next Wednesday. Unfortunately I will be in Portugal so that needs untangling .
Cheers brexit

My dad is pissing me off royally today tbh. I shouldn’t be complaining today because I actually had a rare day off from him yesterday (it was my birthday and adult DC looked after him so DH and I could go out) but as soon as we got home I felt as stressed and overwhelmed as ever.

It’s not the Alzheimer’s, it’s not the calling me by my dead aunties’ names or the occasional incontinence or the constant medical appointments, I can cope with all that. It’s the stuff that was absolutely HIM long before his memory started to go. He’s a chaos demon, basically 🤣 he’s never been housetrained and this is by far the longest I’ve ever lived with him (he didn’t bring me up). He’s been here two years and it’s been wall-to-wall batshittery from the off. Hats filled with washing up liquid on the draining board, teabags in the flower beds, mashed potato and strawberries in the cat bowls. Makeshift pisspots in his bedroom (cardboard and sellotape) which he empties out of the window at night so it lands on the front doorstep. I was weeding the front garden the other day and got pelted with huge chunks of stale bread, which he’d thrown out of the window “ for the birds”. Last time we went out without him (adult dc was in!) he broke the back door handle and spent hours lovingly constructing an alternative out of a bamboo stick and a shoelace. He even drew a little face on it.

I love him to bits, he’s a sweetheart. But holy fuck, this caring thing is not for the faint hearted.

You can just ring up the Nuffield website and book in to see one of their haematologists. Or BUPA. You don’t have to wait for the NHS to sort that for you.

Fecking cancer. Wrecking lives

recent mum friend Who was very confident in asking for free help, asked me to do some emergency childcare for her exceptionally difficult complaining child. During the worst 45 mins childcare of my life I asked or where is your dad working away? ‘Yes, partly working and then spending some time with his friends’

so I’m your free childminder whilst daddy nobs about with his mates. I’ve taken read receipts off WhatsApp and I’m never ever replying to any of mums ‘requests’ again. Feel so used.

thank you for letting me rant