Crusty bread. You can't just have soup and bread. You have to have homemade leek and potato soup with crusty bread. Where the fuck are you buying this crusty bread? It's not like you've a boulangerie at every corner? After 12 hours your crusty bread is stale honey.
Breakfast. Has to be yoghurt, a banana, cereal, toast and 2 poached eggs with avocado. Who the fuck could eat all that for breakfast?
Alcohol and diagnosing anyone who has ever got drunk as being an alcoholic.
WFH and lockdown. I fucking hate the isolation. Hate, hate, hate, hate it.
Cars, flights and global warming. Until it comes to their threads about flying to Barbados and their 4x4.
Walks in the countryside. Hikes.
Their neighbours and what they are doing. My neighbour turned on their outside light. Should I call 101?
Being pompous twats basically.
Being ignored in media if you live north of Hertfordshire apparently.
Obeying obscure laws.
Cats, dogs and only ever ever rescuing them, while displaying your own pure bred kitten 3 months earlier.
Spotting trolls. I swear some must have their finger on the report button half the day.
Annoying me. Annoying the fucking IBS shit out of me.