Trivial Complaints.

[Don't Blink]

don't know what to say

[mugley]

Fate doesn't want us to move to the states.

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afraid its not fate, I warned some people you were coming, sorry

[Angie G]

And you've only just now found time to visit us?

It's always good to see you, Angela.

Nice to see you again Angela.. Don't be such a stranger

Thanks

I'm here more than it seems. No log in is possible from my day location so I'm shown as guest

[Ice Queen]

This day was so long and slow and I'm glad it's over.

[Spirit of Desire]

Im not all that good at looking after myself.

Went to see my parents today, before I left they asked me if I had enough food, and im just saying yeah, yeah, yeah, wanting to be polite and not wanting them to spend money on me like they insist on doing. So I got home, looked around the house and thought 'Shit, I dont have any food'. So I hop in my car and cruise down to spar hoping to get there before it shuts at 9, of course I arrive at 9:02 and its shut. No other shops open that late.

Came home, watched some tv, and after finishing a cigarette I realised that I was really thirsty. Well, the water tastes like metal because the pipes are in bad shape and I dont feel safe drinking it really, no milk, no orange juice and no tea. So, coffee it was, it complimented the cigarette quite nicley and I had a couple more cups. Now at 4am I am still awake, and buzzing with energy.

I dont react well to coffee and only have some because my girlfriend likes a cup on a morning when she stays, or else I wouldnt have it anywhere near me.

I have to go out at 8 too so there isnt really a large chance of sleep.

[ScornedVixen]

Bet you know the merits of not letting anything get empty again! I can't imagine not having anything to eat except suck on cigs and drink coffee!

[Spirit of Desire]

Thats pretty much all I do anyway. I just like a bit of food every now and again.

[ScornedVixen]

*makes mental note not to visit SpoD*

I have to eat at certain times as my blood sugar is horrendeous, I envy people who can go without food and not faint and crack their skulls like I do.

[Spirit of Desire]

I envy people who have a reason to eat regularly and not feel ill all the time like I do.

[Spirit of Desire]

Right, this thread hasn't been used for a long time, but we all know how I like a good moan.

B&Q, B and fucking Q!!

For anybody who doesn't know its a DIY shop that has nothing you want and everything you have never heard of.

All I wanted was some fuses and a new set of screwdrivers, now, I must have wandered that shop for about 20 minutes before I even found someone to help me locate what I was looking for, and of course I got the most deaf and dithering old man I have ever met in my life. First I have to repeat what I want about a million times and then when he takes me to where he says they are, they aren't there, in fact he took me down a lamp aisle. Im not sure if that can get anymore wrong.

So I went to Halfords instead.

[cerina]

I have had similar experiences in B&Q!

Recently, after finally hunting down a member of staff, who was slouching down one of the aisles with both hands in his pockets, I asked him if they had what I wanted (a mitre saw blade). He didn't even bother taking his hands out of his pockets or showing me where they would be if they had them (they didn't) but just mumbled that saw blades were in the next aisle. I bloody knew that ... I had spent 5 minutes trying to find out if they had, for some strange reason, put them somewhere else.

I got it in Wickes in the end.

[Spirit of Desire]

I got it in Wickes in the end.

WICKES!!

I fucking knew there was somewhere I could have gone other than Halfords but I couldnt think of the name of the place!!!

[cerina]

Yep ... Wickes usually manage to bail me out when B&Q are useless. Which is most of the time.

[little-bit]

Last week my bf was cutting up jalapeños for the BBQ sauce and for some unknown reason decided to scratch his balls. He ended up sitting in the bathtub while I poured a gallon of cold milk on him to stop the burning.

And then we had a nice long discussion about sanitation and proper food preparation.

[Spirit of Desire]

And this ladies and gentlemen is why i dont have BBQ's.

[Don't Blink]

I love BBQ


...but now


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[cerina]

It sounds to me as if the talk on food hygiene was well overdue, little-bit.



And DB ... what has been read cannot be unread.

[ScornedVixen]

Oooooh B and Q, what a delightful little shoppe! NOT!

I don't know why Mark insist on trying out B and Q before shrugging his slouchy shoulders and go elsewhere. I have long campaigned for us not to go to the big store, instead to support the smaller ones, I find the smaller ones are quiet accommodating in giving you just the one screw you wanted, not a whole packet, just the one tile you needed replaced not buying a pack of it, just one tiny iota of a wire, not reels of them.

[cerina]

I agree, Vix. There is only one 'real' hardware shop left in this area but they rarely let me down by not having something in stock and when they do they go out of their way to either order it in for me or tell me where I am likely to be able to get it. But, they don't sell things like the bird seed and stuff that used to give hardware shops their distinctive, evocative smell.

[Spirit of Desire]

There is nothing like that here, its either B&Q or go and raid my parents garage.

[cerina]

[Spirit of Desire]

Today on what makes SPoD furious we have Hambleton Council, my council.

Now, we have wheelie bins round here, we can't just leave as much crap as we want on the side of the road anymore.

So, my bin was eaten by the big machine that they empty it from, I know because I got a note through my door saying who to call. So I called them, and apparently it will take 3-4 weeks to provide me with a new bin. What the fuck?? I drive past the place they are kept everytime I go to college on a morning, why on gods green earth does it have to take a bloody month just so that I can dispose of a large amount of beer bottles and cigarette packets.

So I might just go and ask them face to face why I can't have a new bin soon, and when they give me some bullshit answer I will plonk all my rubbish on their front door and tell them to get rid of it themselves.

[ScornedVixen]

It's the paper work dahling!

You telephone, the receptionist makes a note, hands them over to the second dept, who then ticks all the boxes after investigates with the said rubbish bin men, then hands the forms over to the third dept who then calls up a meeting to find out why you needed a new bin and necessary regulations are then come into force to prevent another bin from being swallowed. thus they forget about your request for a new bin, until you phone them up again...


...the receptionist makes a note, hands them over to the second dept, who then becomes befuggled at why you weren't issued with a new bin, as they swear they had already despatched you with one, they get in contact with the third dept to find out whether or not a bin was issued, so lo and behold another meeting is called up to find out why you weren't issued with a new bin, and necessary regulations are then come into force to prevent another homeowner from having to phone twice for a new bin, thus they forget about your request for a new bin, until you phone them up again...


...it's then that your nightmare begins, as they teem you as a nuisence and slap you with an ASBO tag...

[cerina]

That is a pretty accurate scenario, Vix. And I really like your idea of dumping all your crud on them, SPoD.

My collection day is a Wednesday so I am supposed to put my rubbish out in a black bag by 07.00 in the morning. Sod that! I put mine out the night before and sprinkle it with cayenne pepper to keep the cats and foxes out. Every fortnight, I have to lug my wheelie bin up the steps on to the road so they can collect the recycling. They used to come down the steps to collect it all but that is against H&S regulations or some such crap so I have to take it up. Once I get the surgery on my knee, I won't be able to so I can phone them and pay for them to walk down 6 steps, take the bin up 6 steps, bring it back down 6 steps and then walk back up 6 steps! I think my recycling is going to go unrecycled unless I can persuade one of my dear neighbours ( ) to move it for me.

Apart from that, I have to admit that the bin men around here are pretty good. Even after a public holiday, they always collect on a Wednesday and there is never any mess left compared to some areas I have seen.