Not The Annoyingly Trivial Things-Bitches be cray cray week.

The missing h in the title!!!

I have a big event on today, so was on the dry last night.
Was on the way home from town when I got a call from my friend asking me to pick him up a 6 pack of Guinness.

So, I swung around and headed back to Tesco. Picked up the 6 cans and walked down to the self service area. Called your one over to scan them as it was only recognising one of the cans for me. She's looking me up and down and when she scans them she goes "can I see your ID?"

Now usually I'd be thrilled but I didn't have my wallet with me as I didn't plan on going to Tesco, I just had the loose change in the car to pay for it. I politely tell her her I have no ID on me, and I'm 28 years old. Well beyond the age of carrying it.

"No sorry" she says, "I can't serve you". Ffs! "You look very young".
So I turn away from her and ring my friend who's sitting in my car and ask her to come in. When I hung up the phone call she approaches me, lifts the cans away from me and declares "you can't have those, I have to take those back. I can't serve anyone with you because you have no ID".

Duck off lady. I wouldn't mind her being so rude if I snapped first or was aggressive with her for not serving me but I didn't react, it's not even not being served I'm fuming over it's how rude she was about it. I did snap when she informed me I couldn't get anyone else to buy them and snatched the cans back though I told her to get over herself, as if I'd be buying 6 cans of Guinness for myself, no skin off my nose Hun I'll go to the carry out

I vacuumed the house from top to bottom. Cleaned the floors.
Place was all spic and span but I left the back door open and the neighbours cat wandered in, walked around the place and decided to have a wee nap on my couch.
Got the shock of my life when I saw him here and because I am allergic to cats I now need to re-vacuum and clean the place. Urgh.
If I find he pissed anywhere I will be going postal.

On a similar annoying cats theme, my cat walks along the perimeter of the fence in the back garden, from there hops across on to the oil tank in the neighbour's garden and then patrols the roof of their garden shed on a regular basis as it gives her a vantage point for hunting prey. The neighbours are now doing some building work at the back of the house and have blocks of insulating foam piled all the way up to almost the roof of the shed.

So up she hops on the roof of their shed as I'm looking at her out through the window and she's deciding whether she'll jump from the shed right onto the blocks of insulation with her paw out judging if she can make a clean jump. My heart was in my feckin' mouth because the blocks would come crashing down with her on top of them and sending other equipment flying too in their garden. I'm thinking "Oh please no, just get off the bloody roof". Then she seems to use her better judgement, decides against it and jumps from the shed back into my garden, and strolls nonchalantly back into the kitchen a few minutes later with a look of angelic innocence as I carefully insert my heart back in my mouth.