This morning on the train someone's phone rang twice. Then someone else's. I wanted to stand up and say 'can you all just put your fucking phones on silent?'
When the conductor walked past me without even glancing at my railpass (which I had out to show him) and the man sat next to me gave me a 'look' (presumably he thought I was fare dodging
) I wanted to say 'and what the fuck do you want?'
Now I can't decide what to have for my tea and that's making me angry. Just another 6 weeks of this to go!
What's making your pregnancy hormones rage?