I'm bloody well pissed off....AGAIN.
Just sat down for tea, when knock bloody knock.
(How do they know that ey? tell me, HOW?
)
Mrs G gets up despite me telling her to get on with her nose bag, and answers the door, to be greeted by a howling rendition of Silent bloody Night.
3 minutes later, little round of applause...ffs, and I hear the gentle tinkle of her rummaging through her purse like a flamin' crazed Armadillo.
I then had the
audacity to mutter to both Growler's jnr. that it was in fact begging, and should be outlawed imo. I also hastened to add that imo they'd be straight down the offy to purchase a bottle of White Lightening with the gathered proceeds from those nuggets stupid enough to cough up in the first place.
"But they only sound as though they're about 6 or 7" the pair of them exclaim.
" SO?" I retort.
" You're just a miserable scrooge with nothing nice to say about anyone or anything"
Mrs Growler comes back in, and these two instantly seize the opportunity to snitch on me, to which she agrees with them, and than proceeds to tell me I'm just a mean and cynical old grumpy b*****.
5 minutes later....dinner STILL not finished.... and her tosser 'boyfriend the highly iritating nausiating sickly milkman arrives with his wretched rancid permanently grinning cheery "HELLO", and she starts cooing up to his every useless munting word, amid the sounds of MORE tinkling in her purse.
With both bladder AND now bowels now reaching dangerously high temperature, I finally snapped, marched out with her dinner, stuffed it in the oven and bellowed at her that that's where it was when she's finally stopped yacking.
Comes back in and screams at me for being so rude, and the kids agreed!
I give up.
