You are one draining human being. We're the same age and you are healthy and capable. Why the fucking endless carry on every time we do anything or go anywhere? Why is it the world's job to anticipate your every need and provide it instantly? I'm on a day out too yet I become your default carer as you produce a litany of reasons why you can't go into x shop or wait for ten minutes to eat x, or face west on a Tuesday or whatever attention seeking pish you've just read about on a lifestyle blog.
I love your company and you make me laugh so much but not at this cost. Your dream of me taking you to London will remain just that, a dream. No fucking way am I herding you on and off tubes and explaining the concept of shop queues to you when all I want to do is enjoy myself as an independent person on my own terms.
Your house is freezing. I'm not coming again. Let's just meet in bars and dispense with any further weekend trips because you infuriate me but you're so self absorbed you don't notice the discomfort of others.
And nobody is allergic to candle wicks so fuck off.