So as you know if you read the last angry tear filled post, I arrived home soaking wet and in a mood to kill. In that mood I am far from focused unless the subject is murder, so I forgot to buy milk and bread.
Got up this morning in need of frothy coffee, no milk. In need of toast so I have food inside me for the injected medicine to take effect, no bread.
Mood not good. Decided to walk into town earlier than planned and go to Costa for coffee then as it's opposite Marks & Spencer, pop in there, get something to eat for my brekky and get a gift card for someone for Christmas then go to the bus.
When I got to Costa, they were queueing almost to the door (it's like 7:45am) and just one poor young girl to serve and make their complicated skinny, floppy moppy flappychinos with extra chocolate topping, an umbrellea a fried egg on top and Spam...
I waitied outside for almost ten minutes cussing to myself. I NEEDED coffee and the only alternative was walk down to McDonald's which by that time would be filled with school kids.
So I waited in line, knew exactly what I wanted, double shot large cappuccino but with some cold milk in so I could drink it in a hurry so I'd be able to get my bus. Took 6 minutes to get my coffee.
Encountered a rude pensioner in M&S who just pushed in front of where I was standing. A regular Hyacinth Bucket she was. No tinned salmon for her, salmon pate or nothing (despite the fact there were about 8 packs on the shelf).
Hoped I could calm down on the bus to work, but no chance. Some chav woman with an unruly brat right opposite me. She was having an argument at the top of her voice on her phone with her mother, beause mother didn't want the unruly spawn in her care til 12 o clock.
These thick twats give not a wet slap as to how much noise they make or where they have one of their outbursts. Both Darlo and I are convinced it's copycat behaviour from what they see on shit like Eastenders. If fictional characters can do it, well so can they.
That's why they took Tom and Jerry off the telly. The chavs were beginning to believe you could drop a grand piano or an anvil on someone when they piss you off.
Was kind of glad to get into work. It's Christmas Jumper Day in aid of Save the Children, so the majority of us are in wooly pullys. Big Stu forgot, so I kitted him up with a hat. Now he wants to be in the Christmas play. I've not got the heart to tell him we ay having one !