Kitchen is fairly well organised due to a much needed re-fit a year ago. All my plentiful hoarded plastics have a place.
Put something away earlier and all was fine. Just opened the door to put one of those tiddly plastic IKEA bowls away and 2 huge fuck off lunch boxes launched themselves out at me.
So I growled - albeit in a Marge Simpson way (like rolling r's under the radar) but slightly louder, more bear like and annoyed. (AIBU?)