...that annoy me:
1) Whistling. Or, more specifically, the whistling of the same incomprehensible tune that begins at the precise second that my head emerges from under the blanket and continues endlessly throughout the day. The whistling that lets me know that the whistler is very happy, and that I. Am. Not.
2) Queen. Or should I say, hearing the sweet strains of Queen through TWO WALLS at 10.02pm. For the fourth time this week.
3) The plinky plonky of a piano seeping into the bedroom at 8am on a Saturday morning.
4) Did I mention the whistling?
5) The process of limping, slowly...so...slowly...towards the freedom of having my own space.
6) Feeling guilty that I am such an irritable grumpipants that I am annoyed with the people who have let me stay with them for a month while my crazypants mother stays in my cottage.
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