I've just had a 'pent up anger rant blow out'.
Several things today have caused my bladder to actually explode with the amount of steam pressure that's been gathering from within over the last few months.
Even I was astonished at the amount of anger I released from my rant....not directly because of her I hasten to add, but others including my customers and the way they treat and talk to me, my very own brother and his less than 24 hour 'duty call' up here this coming weekend....I'd really rather he didn't bother tbqh, and bloody DEFRA, C.C. Council and NOW the local enviromental agency who want to do a site visit a regarding water logged land, possible flooding, damage to the land caused by ME, tree root damage, and generally voice there concerns of the useage of land at Swamp2.
It's not even their bastard property ffs....not that that makes any difference.
The amount of so called damage I do is miniscual.
Then I continued ranting about my arse wipe scottish BIL, my tit of a step brother and the lavish life style he now appears to be leading at MY and my brothers expense, on monies left that were in the main my deceased dads, left in full by his deceased mother (my step mother) in FULL to him, and him alone. Not even a fiver between them to my two young Growlers, miserable bloody cow.
All in all I'm feeling pretty damned angry today, and for once Mrs Growler seemed to agree with most of what I had to say, and is now on her own admission a little bit more understanding towards my continuing grumpiness.
She's never seen me so passionate and angry about my concerns apparently, and wasn't fully aware of my hidden inner feelings.
I won't even touch on my long term never ending illness, my keeness to continue working full time, but lack of anything from the state to help me in any small way whatsoever.
I'll go and fix the wrecked soap box now.
Apologies for screaming my heart out, but it does actually help at times like these. I may have just avoided a heart attack by doing so.