to come on here an moan about completely trivial shit, because I feel like shrieking OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD and my family will think I am mad if I do

[GetOrfMoiLand]

Where are all the fucking teaspoons? Where do they go? I bought a pack of 6 a couple of months ago and they are all GONE. Just had to make a cup of coffee with a big spoon.

There is seagull shit all over my new car. Why do seagulls flock in their millions here. The sea is 40 miles away.

I put my hand in the peg bag earlier and it was full of earwigs. Earwigs. I nearly shuddered to death.

Small things conspiring to ruin my evening.

Did you see all those sour grapes on that thread?

Moaning minnies.

I haven't opened it yet, I'll courier it over I promise just don't beat me.

I know where mine have gone, the feckers in this house are too bloody lazy to lift teaspoons out of the yoghurt pot when they are throwing them in the bin

I got six teaspoons through a cravendale voucher collect offer, they're so awful the bin gremilins reject them. Buy awful teaspoons, that'll learn 'em.

Although two of my tea cups have gone missing in the last month, so maybe they're just going for the good stuff now?
I now have more cake servers/knives than I do tea cups.

Sorry about the earwigs, that's awful! Did you happen to piss off the teenage witches from the 90's film The Craft?

A few years ago my Mum was prepping her strawbs for jam making and decided to have a taste of one strawberry ................... it was full of earwigs . Little pincery bastards.
Oh - and, and, my Aunt once had one in the leg of her tights!

I once bought in my washing from the line, was merrily folding and discovered a snail on my shirt, been paranoid ever since. How the fuck does a snail a) Get up that high without taking 3 years to do it and b) get off the line and onto clothes without falling to its slimy death?

Why does it seem like my house is mocking me , I do all my housework feel proud turn around and somehow magically everything is back to where it was before ,cups everywhere because lazy arse family can't be bothered to wash a cup after they have used it and prefer to just get another one out of the cupboard . I swear down I am going to throw every dish out in the house and have one of each thing on a rota .

And they also take my perfectly folded bathroom towel use it and then drape it over the towel rail all wonky and crap looking. All I ask is that they take one second longer to fold it. I know it's trivial but it really pisses me off.
I needed that

I made boiled eggs for breakfast the other day and DH put them in the eggcups upside down, who does that? Everyone knows they go in pointy end upwards.

And the next door neighbour keeps revving his car 'for fun' on a Saturday night, outside our loungeroom window.

Also it's really really cold here.

Chaos - if by Life Enhancing you mean made loads of noise and frankly needed binning then yes

I once gathered washing off the line, very early morning.
Put knickers from line on, about two hours later; just took them out of the washing basket. I got stung by wasps on my arse and twice on my fanjo. September/dozy wasps in my knickers. Stuck a pair of socks on; and got stung in the toe.
There's a lesson to be learnt in this tale.
Don't do Laundry

AnnW - sage advice

Gah. Arsemonkeys.

This week has been a catalogue of minor incidences of shitness from start to, well, it's not even bloody finished yet. Each of them would have been quite bearable on their own, but en masse they are really, really pissing me off.

I would cry, but my boss is watching for some reason I can't.

There seems to be alot of earwigs around this year...

I'm blaming chaos.

I got a set of cutlery and there are 6 soup spoon and six pudding spoons. No matter what, I always got a soup spoon rather than a pudding spoon when picking one out so I went out and bought another 6 pudding spoons, and they are all disappearing. Why do desert sppons disappear?

But I did find the potato peeler the other day, it was in the compost. Had been for the 2 years it took for the compost to compost beautifully. I found it when I spread the compost.

My teaspoons often get thrown in the bin by accident.

Oh and my car looks like it has been hit by an incontinent albatross.

True story - when DF and I were in the first throes of romance, I lived at home with my mum and he lived with his 90 odd miles away. He was leaving in the small hours one Monday morning when my mother appeared from her bedroom, stopped DF, and demanded to search his rucksack because it had made a jangly noise when he put it on and all her teaspoons were going missing...

I kid you not, my mother frisked DF for her teaspoons...

Why has someone started a thread about fucking Christmas????? Do these people has so little life that this is all they have to look forward to??? ] I don't have the will power or money to organise our summer camping trip let alone fucking Christmas!!!!

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

mrswhiskerson Do what my mum used to - gather up the used empties and out them on the offender's bed along with all the stuff they leave all over the house!

*put

FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!

I wish it was only teaspoons missing here-I can´t find my engagement ring

Can I come on and have a bit of a rant about ds1 (17) who is whinging about the fact that we won't be able to carry on insuring the car for him once he passes his test, and he can't afford a car and insurance himself - yet picks holes/objects to every single bloody idea I offer for him to earn some cash!!! He doesn't want to deliver leaflets, because it doesn't pay well. He doesn't want to try to set up a little business cleaning people's cars or mowing their lawns, because of the start up costs (he can use our mower, and I would buy him a bucket, sponges and shampoo - but nooooo - he would spend more on shampoo and polish for each car than he'd earn if he was charging a fiver to clean the car). I am ready to swing for him and his bloody 'Can't Do' attitude.

My goldfish look really glum. I might put them in the paddling pool.
It's going to rain, no question, and I have to walk to school for DD1 with DD2 and they always ALWAYS argue on the walk home up a stupid steep hill, and by the time I get home I'm ready to smother them both.
And the dog keeps trumping, proper comedy raspberries. Stop it!