Seven Things That Make Me Grumpy Meme

I haven't been tagged in another's post 

nor have I tagged another in this 

but this meme appealed to me, allowing a grouchy rant... 

#1 Coat-hangers - Whether I can explain this annoyance, I'm not sure. Maybe it's the association of doing laundry or the system I use; Gathering heaps of clothes until our wardrobes are empty then from the collection of coat-hangers in a box, I will attempt to try and find the perfect hanger for each item. The item then is hung on a hook until I can coax the owner to collect and store it in their room.
Clothes come off the hangers regardless how carefully I put them on. They seem to clug together and become impossible to separate and make such a horrendous noise. Correctly, I knew my explanation would be poor as I have no justification for my hatred. I simply know I feel more than irked just thinking about them.

#2 Fish - Never have I been able to eat it, look at it or tolerate the smell of it. I just would never be able to digest something that has scales. Sometimes I can cope with watching live fish swimming in a tank, pretty ones, but I can't look directly at their freaky bulbous eyes or their poo that hangs down like a thread of cotton. I shudder at the thought of them gasping when out of water and if they panic and flap, tail curling and head swaying, I simply become ill.
The smell of fish to me, is like garlic to a vampire. I cannot sit near anyone in a restaurant eating it and the sight of tuna mayonnaise on the counter in Subway, slopped onto the bread with an ice-cream scoop (baulks) has actually deterred me from eating there. My children only eat fish at school and I make a mental note on that day not to let them kiss me at bedtime but for me to peck their forehead. The same goes for OH, if he betrays me and brings home a fish supper, even after brushing his teeth, I won't go near for a few days.

#3 Doctor's Receptionists - A breed of their own with no customer service skills, in fact, no people skills at all. They are obnoxious, aggressive and patronising which surely can't be part of the job criteria . They need to fully remember they are civil SERVANTS serving the public at a time of vulnerability. You can hear the sadistic pleasure in their tone after coercing you to divulge your embarrassing symptoms, arguing the need for you receiving medical attention, then arrogantly telling you, there are no appointments available until next week. Vile creatures.

#4 The "Next" Sale - Queuing at 5am in front of an average shop to FIGHT for some average styled clothes that have a couple of quid knocked off the price. Attempting once, after the hype enforced by the rest of my "mums with kids" circle of friends I considered that I could be missing out. Being a mother of three, a lazy one at that, whom loved her sleep, I could only commit to taking a mooch a couple of hours later. You know, at an hour when the normal people when shopping. I was advised that the best would be go11ne but there would still be bargains to grab. I didn't think my friend was being literal. Grabbing, pushing, snatching, running and at one point I witnessed some arguing. That was the point that made me drop the few items I had gathered and head for the door. I try an avoid Next at all costs now, feeling scarred for life.

#5 Fearne Cotton and Edith Bowman - I'm unsure as how or why these two specimens have careers as presenters. Whether it is on radio or television, they always fail for me. Their voices are beyond irritating and I would happily tune in to the sound of nails on a blackboard than to listen to their "unsuitable for radio" sounding drivel. Both consistently look as if they have been dragged through a hedge backwards, then pulled along a path and finally dunked in a pond over run with weeds. I am heavily irked that these people get to cover festivals that I cannot attend and in order for me to experience any of the performances, I have to restrain my overwhelming urge to smash the television screen and sit with clenched teeth being another number adding to their ratings.

#6 Primark    - Tat, pure and simple. Never have I been successful in finding anything that fitted well or looked anything more than shocking quality. The nature of the shop reminds me of a jumble sale and things just seemed to be packed in tightly, so crammed that everything just falls on the floor when you try to find your size. Unfortunately, my daughter loves Primark and as she gets more tat for her money than other shops. I know this is incredibly controversial and that many are totally satisfied with everything Primark has to offer and I am the minority, but I can’t abide the place. More annoying than the shop, is it’s following. The place is always chocker and even my nan is a fan of “Primart,”  I have endless references to it on my Facebook newsfeed and I’m the only one that doesn’t belong to a “Primarni” group. I’m not being snobbish whatsoever and often shop for clothes in supermarkets due to convenience and price but there is something about this particular store that makes me start cracking my knuckles at the thought of it.

#7 Blogger or Opera  - Both are crashing and Blogger isn’t auto saving my work resulting in mucho frustration as this is my fifth attempt to finish this post.