Those of you who thought that I had given up on blogging due to popular demand were sadly mistaken.
I have not grown tired of ranting or having a pop at the US – I just moved house and have been without the internet.
And now I’m back online I’m ready to take aim at things that have been annoying me in my absence – namely parents with pushchairs.
Ok, you’ve got children! We get it! It doesn’t mean that you can run your prams into the back of my legs when I’m trying to get into work.
Also, I’m trying to get out of the way - so don’t tut and roll your eyes when I don’t move at the speed the of light when you wnat to get past.
But the worst is pushchairs at rush hour. Unless you need to move your children during 9am or 5pm teach them to walk. What’s wrong with travelling between the hours of 10 and 4 anyway – everyone’s a winner.
Glad I go that off my chest.
My estate agent revealing that his hand was bandaged because a cat bit him.
A tourist with a cigarette asking a confused native if he had any ‘fire’ on him.
An angry mother in a Chinatown cake shop threatening to beat her hyperactive children ‘in every way possible’ (you had to be there!)
A man tiptoeing on a chair to fix an air conditioning unit and saying to his colleague ‘safety first’.
A grown woman crossing her arms and stomping her feet at her disobedient husband in Asda – and him promptly walking in the opposite direction pretending not to know her.
