
Yeah I know it's only been 2026 for nearly 10 hours but I'm sure we've all got lots to grumble about.
by a-liquid-sky

Yeah I know it's only been 2026 for nearly 10 hours but I'm sure we've all got lots to grumble about.
by a-liquid-sky
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No mushrooms in Morrisons this morning – boo
Lettuce & tomato joining my bacon & beer – yay
My upstairs neighbours have been away for a week, it’s been bliss, so quiet. They got back at 11pm sat with their car running outside my bedroom window with the headlights lighting up my room. Then decided to break out their lead shoes and train for the world championship in loudest possible footsteps.
Hanging. Somehow have to find it in me to be normal shortly for a pest control man who is coming because we found fucking RAT poo behind a cupboard after our cat was acting weird and intently staring at one corner of the kitchen a couple of days ago. Thanks for that final cute little surprise, 2025!
Sleep is fucked at the moment!
I genuinely loathe my boyfriend’s neighbours. There’s the middle-aged parents, and their older kids, think they’re like 17 and 20.
The older lad blasts music, leaves his alarm going for like an hour all morning (its a siren), plays video games screaming and swearing.
The teenage girl stands right outside the front door smoking weed and drinking. Its a terrace, and she stands right between the gap of the doors (which is like 2ft) with all her friends blasting music and getting stoned. It stinks the whole house out and I can’t stand being downstairs with all the yelling when they’re there. I’ll pull up in my car and dread walking past all of them to get into the house, they often make shitty little sarcastic comments. Her boyfriend has been to prison too so he’s a piece of shit. I wish my boyfriend would complain or something but it bothers him less, and he is non-confrontational.
Then there’s the fact that they all argue, all the time, over absolutely nothing. I mean they barely know how to use indoor voices anything, they can’t talk to each other at a respectable volume, it always has to be yelling. But they will argue for hours over the dumbest shit, you’d think someone had cheated or commited some awful crime or slight against them. Alas, I’ll listen, and it’ll turn out to be over who bought the takeaway last, who ate the last doughnut, why they can’t decorate the house, someone’s forgotten to return a borrowed tenner.
Other grievances this month have been playing Christmas music absolutely non-stop, all the time they’ve been at home, all December. Also hoovering at 5am.
Seriously cannot wait until he can move to mine I hate the fuckers with a quiet passion.
I am rough AF. Not the best of starts to 2026. I’m still in bed feeling like I wanna throw up. Wife has offered bacon sarnies to coax me downstairs though.
Still not fully over a chest infection, after having tonsillitis and before that another chest infection. This holiday has been shit!
My drunk friend jumped on me thinking I could catch her at a party last night.
I could not catch her, we both went down like a sack of shite and while I was trying to make sure she didn’t bang her head, my whole left arm scraped against a chair on the way down. I am starting the year with a deep black bruise from elbow to shoulder.
I’m not mad at her but oh my god, ow.
Stayed home last night with a temperature, and this morning everything hurts. I’m due back at work on Monday so I’ve got a few more days off and I really don’t want to waste them being ill again.
So many fireworks were being left off last night, I was fast asleep at midnight until a ridiculous amount were left off from multiple directions, it felt like my house was going to blow up. My oldest dog was so stressed all night so we’re all tired today
I lost the Christmas holidays to the flu. Tomorrow I have to get a taxi to the station to go into the office because I can’t walk that far yet. All so I can sit on teams calls
Started the year out as it’s meant to go on. I slept on the sofa, (I’ve got man flu) she won’t come near me, bank accounts empty, cars been damaged by fireworks. Like the idiot I am put the bins out last night, now I can’t find them, watched back on the cameras to see some people merrily wheeling them off down the middle of the street at 2am.
So I’m off for a walk in a bit once I’ve drugged myself up to go and see if I can find my bins.
Feeling ugh. I’ve managed to get myself from bed to the sofa though.
Parkrun this morning. Quite mild where I am despite the snow warning for tomorrow.
Decided to do dry Jan to help with my fitness and for some upcoming races, so I’ve got some CBD oil as apparently that helps with sleep and anxiety.
Only real complaint I have is one of the magpies has figured out how to take the top off the bird feeder and is gorging himself.
This cold weather appears to have triggered my costochondritis or what I hope it is. Definitely need to move out of my current place this year as the single glazed windows and lack of controllable heating do me no good. The whole flat is freezing, and I have to keep running those oil or fan heaters to make it bearable.
Also the anxiety about returning to work is at an all time high. Need to find a new job this year.
For the past 10years I have worked in a place where you can take the Christmas break off – so that’s what I’ve been doing. This year, thanks to having a kid at school, I’ve had to use my annual leave sparingly and so have ‘worked’ between Xmas and new year. I’ve done about 3 hrs total work in the past 3 days…why on Earth have I spent the past decade wasting my annual leave when I could have basically been off anyway and saved my days for the summer?! Grr!
Stroppy teen and a disgruntled OH because of stroppy teen not wearing a coat.
I think this year will be very similar to the last.
Me though, coffee and toast for now and a bit of YT.
Air pump heating. Leave it on all day to get the house to 18c. The house warms up better if I turn the oven on and leave the door open.
Woken up feeling like death (cold and time of the month) so husband brought me bacon muffins and coffee in bed and did baby’s breakfast. Feeling v flat and not looking forward to the end of my maternity leave this week.
I’m at work. (Retail, so nothing important like being a nurse or firefighter etc). There’s a shit ton of people about and I’m just *really fucking peeved* that people need to be buying crap 364 days of the year.Â
I was in the kitchen when my mother turned on the TV in the room next door. Terrible news. As in, I sat there in the next room, listening for a good twenty minutes and had no idea what the news people were talking about, other than: it was terrible and shocking.
What was terrible and shocking? Did a horde of Mr Blobbies descend on Trafalgar Square to do unmentionable things? Did David Attenborough finally snap?
New Year’s Eve was quite difficult – first time single in 5 odd years. Will be a difficult start to the year selling everything, putting the house for sale and so on. Trying to move on and process things but my head seems to want to stay stuck in the past.
Yeah, not the best New Year’s and now feeling pretty flat. Big family party but some festering gripes got aired and we ended up slipping out just before midnight. It’s a shame as we were looking forward to it but families and alcohol aren’t always the best mix!
Tried to do a good deed by reporting a sheep whose legs was trapped under a log.
RSPCA website directed me to some arm of DEFRA where there were a plethora of options ‘press 1 for x, press 2 for y’ etc, none of which seemed to be for injured farm animals.
The local wildlife trust whose land the sheep was on, do not seem to monitor phones today.
The local Facebook page has suggested I scale a fence and help the sheep myself. My short stature makes fence scaling and sheep wrangling impossible.
Oh, and I’m hosting dinner today and apparently I still despise hosting.
Absolutely hanging this morning, I have to go to a posh restaurant for a meal with the family later. May just rock up in pyjamas
I went back to work on Monday. My one lie in this week, today, was completely ruined because the cat woke me up shouting in my face and jumping all over the bed. Dickhead. Should I wake him up loudly while he’s asleep at the moment? See how it feels?
It’s getting awfully close to Monday.
I just want the OH to find a job, ace summer good luck to come out way. Been a very very long few months
I’m alive
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