Angry!
It's the little things that get me. You know.. the things that shouldn't mean anything, but they always do.
Today for instance. I just got up. I had decided last night that today I would treat myself to a simply divine breakfast of boiled eggs with runny yolks, and marmite toastie soldiers.
I can't.
I have spent all night DREAMING (literally, I kid ye not) about boiled eggs and marmite soldiers because I was looking forward to it so much, woke up in a fantastic mood because I was about to have a fantastically wonderful and oh-so-British brekkie, only to find...
...that WE HAVE NO EGG-CUPS!!!
Therefore, I CAN'T have my boiled eggs with runny yolks, because they will spill everywhere. And what's the point in having boiled eggs when the yolks aren't runny? It's madness, MADNESS I tell you!
Cross-posted to my melo because I'm so bloody livid.
Today for instance. I just got up. I had decided last night that today I would treat myself to a simply divine breakfast of boiled eggs with runny yolks, and marmite toastie soldiers.
I can't.
I have spent all night DREAMING (literally, I kid ye not) about boiled eggs and marmite soldiers because I was looking forward to it so much, woke up in a fantastic mood because I was about to have a fantastically wonderful and oh-so-British brekkie, only to find...
...that WE HAVE NO EGG-CUPS!!!
Therefore, I CAN'T have my boiled eggs with runny yolks, because they will spill everywhere. And what's the point in having boiled eggs when the yolks aren't runny? It's madness, MADNESS I tell you!
Cross-posted to my melo because I'm so bloody livid.